Ch.9

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Ch.9

He pulls me from the closet with his big furry hands. Throwing me on the ground with a tremendous amount of power and then pinned me down while staring in my eyes and I staring back at his. "Hello" he said with his teeth baring yellow and tips red. Blood stains the side of his mouth as droplets of blood on his collar stand out. After I look up from examining him he was still staring at me, smiling. My god he's going to rape me! "So, still blaming yourself for my death?" he looked at me still smiling with his head tilt to the side. He let out a whimper and then said "it's 30 minutes before my funeral, aren't you going to say goodbye?" "B-b..." I couldn't say it. No way in a million of years did I ever think he was alive? What happened that night there was no way he was even a live. No one in their right mind would ever even think, his death was something no one could survive. "Henry, bro it's alright. Look at me now! I'm alive and well let's just say that people are going to be sad that even the corpse couldn't show up to his own funeral let alone you."

"But how?"

"What do you mean?"

"How are you alive?"

"Long story"   

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