Chapter Seven

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* 4 months later*
Aria's perspective

I arrive at my old house. I look at it for a little bit. It's been four months since me and my parents moved out. Life's gotten alot easier. No ghosts there. No weird Oliver. I sit down, grab my lighter and a stick. I set the stick on fire. I feel a little bit of fear, but fuck it I'm doing it anyway. I open the door, throw the stick inside and close the door again. I walk away to see my old house burning. I smirk and leave.
*Later that night*
I read the news. It said a house completely burned down. My parents called the police telling them not to worry, since no one was living there. It's my house. It's gone. Finally.

~The End~

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