I talk to dead people.
No not in the way that you are probably thinking right now. I'm no medium or person that speaks with the dead. And no I'm not insane either.
I literally talk to dead people. I stare at their gravestones and just talk. Weather it be my own family, or a random person, I just sit down and give them company.
Now you may be wondering why on earth I would spend my time talking to someone who cannot speak back to me? Well that's just it; they are good listeners.
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General FictionZella Conaway is grieving. Her grandfather she never saw just passed away. She feels guilty and wronged that she didn't reach out to better their relationship. When she gets the idea to talk to her grandfathers grave, everything changes. She visits...
