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October 29th, 2020, 12:43 PM
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The knock on my door is what startles me awake. It had awoken me from a long, deep slumber.
I had been here, asleep, for years now it seemed, as everything surrounding me was coated in dust.
Knowing before He took over me, I was a clean person, doesn't help my feelings of bad nostalgia fade away.
What is bad nostalgia, anyways.
Memories that already haunt you?
Memories that aren't technically your own.
He,she, they, whatever you want to gender it as, has been with me for a long time.
Who knows, it could be writing under the pretense of being me now.
I guess you, dear reader, will never know.
Or maybe you will.
YOU ARE READING
The Halloween Week Murders
Misterio / SuspensoSpencer Howard is your average college student, working towards her Criminal Justice degrees at the University of Michigan. Every step of her college career is going as planned. But when one of her close friends is murdered, will she survive her fir...
