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the summer of the year was golden. it felt like an itch, or maybe a tickle. what a weird way to word out things. it was uneasy, and unreal. something about it stood out like a sore sight. although it was still golden, and glorious.
jia stayed in her bed even when her grandmother pushed the door open to reveal the dark green canopies that had since forever been drooping over their roof. she liked it. the color. it felt like life itself.
jia didn't feel much, but sometimes the forests around with their sense of mystery would stir something inside her. she failed to recognise what it could be.
she watched her grandmother walk in her wooden slippers with a bowl of grain in her hand. she opened the pen, and four hens ran out gleefully, pecking at the grains her grandmother threw over the ground. time was too slow. she could keep on watching life around her forever.
she turned around, her eyes falling on the black and white picture of her aunt. she was sixteen in that picture. jia fell in the row of thoughts she recalled. about how her aunt passed away in a terrible accident.
the graveyard of the red was not a strange name. it had it's roots of grief in her house too. she would sometimes dive in the depths of the water to search for whatever had killed so many children of their village. she wasn't scared. she barely felt anything anyway.
she was curious to no limits, and she didn't bother telling anyone of her wish to meet the hidden evil inside the water.
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Fanfictionthere was a house nearby; isolated, deep howls sweeping between the crevices, with stories of something brutal. during the summer break with too much time to kill, the three friends decided to enter the rotting doors of something evil.
