He is sitting all afraid. On the very same branch that I have seen him sitting everyday. Alone and confused. If I would go near, he would repulse away or worst... Would try to scare me away. So I keep my mind engaged. The witch of an aunt who is ironically named mercy, has left me with a load of work and stuff that takes all my energy. But it's tolerable when she is gone. God knows what the witch does for living. She puts hideous paint on her face and leaves in the evening. And leaves me locked. I feel enraged and stifled but I am helpless. Granny has asked me to be with this nasty, foul smelling fake aunt of mine. "Ann, be obedient because it's for your own good" she said and I have to comply. There!!! The little boy moves again. He is coming near and I am tempted to see him. Red eyed, shabby clothes, gaunt face, I think he died a long time back. Oh, sry! I didn't introduce myself to you.dear readers of my diary.hi! I am Ann. I am twelve years old.I am new to your city and I can see and talk to dead.
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Ann and I
ParanormalI suddenly realised that the deafening, disturbing noise has stopped. . I creep out stealthily hoping that I won't be scared by those weird lights and noises that make me feel nervous. The breeze moaned in a sad way and I felt like sobbing again. w...
