Hejira looked up.
She looked from side to side.
She looked down.
Hejira saw herself. Not herself, but herself. She saw her body. Well, part of it. The rest was underneath all of the floorboards that had fell along her, and the tiny desk that would sit beside her bed, with the broken bottom drawer. Now, the whole thing was obliterated with all of its contents spilled out on the floor in front of it. It wasn't much.
A book, some pencils, and a tiny-chained necklace with a small yellow painted wooden flower dangling from it. Her mother had made her that necklace. Now two of the petals were chipped from the fall, adding the look of age that the peeling paint was already starting to express.
"Meow!"
Hejira froze and looked towards where the sound came from.
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Inside of the Out
ParanormalEveryone has heard of freaky tales of the dead, but have you ever considered what has gone through the eyes of the "monsters"? Hejira is a wandering spirit that lingered on earth ever since her house burned down with her entire family inside it. As...
