A shadow slips its hand. What? Can a shadow not slap its hand when it wants? With the amount of scientific research, can a shadow have a mind of its own and a bend of will strong enough to slap itself? No, think of it more. It's a little rude to refer to it as a shadow. However, ghosts suited it more. It was crude, too. There is too little to define when just calling the spirit and It. With the fire running, the ghost walks away to clear its head. Its head is filled with as many thoughts as a regular person would have. After all, they were ghosts. Dead. Not alive in the eyes of blood-driven and regular.
"A bad taste in my mouth. It didn't taste good because we didn't cook things right. Ah, who am I kidding? I'm not 'we'; I'm me! Me, as in the mother who birthed me. The mother who'd lead me to a path of guaranteed death, leading me to my demise. Cancer is a cancer incurable even today with modern sciences. Witchery can fix it, though. It always does, right?" The ghost said.
The ghost yawns, stretching out its back, almost giving them a feature like a human. But who knew this person was dead? Right?
Couldn't possibly just be dead and alive, right?
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Reverie and Nightmares
TerrorRyuga Shirogane, a senior in a high school in Japan, never finds it troubling to strike a question or an entire discussion amongst his peers or strangers, stumbles upon Mikan Alexander; a European girl in the school library who is a little out there...
