Chapter 6

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Your eyes opened and you once again saw the blood lake. Here again? You sat up, everything seemed normal, no bodies, and your maids dress only had once blood smudge. The sky was a lot clearer and it was day, you stood up and rubbed your arms due to the slight breeze. Why were you here? Bloody Mary never did this to you so what could it have been? You slowly walked forward, hoping to get some process in this unending limbo.
After what seemed like hours you came across a small, or rather large house. You walked over to it and turned the knob, surprised to find it unlocked. You walked into the house and realized it was the house of the family who was murdered yesterday. It was very dusty as if it wasn't cared for in forever, not the well kept house you had seen. There was a clock on the wall, and in hopes you would be able to see the time, you walked to it. Sadly the clock was broken, and not just the arrows the glass was all shattered and it was dirty. You sighed and grabbed a piece of the glass just in case, then continued down the hall to the 'blood room'. As you opened the door it looked all the same, but the TV was still on. It was amazing, as of despite all the years left alone the TV was still working. And in HD too! "Hello ________." You recognized that deep voice, you remembered hearing it before. You quickly turned to see a boy the bared a striking resemblance to the boy of that legend of Zelda game. The only thing that looked different was his eyes and his deathly pale skin. You got into a fighting stance and held the glad in front of you. He let out a deep chuckle, sending shivers down your sightly revealed back. He walked closer to you, making you back up, this went on until you were against the wall and face to face with the boy. He put his cold, slightly damp fingers under your chin and made you look at him. His breath hit your neck in constant patterns. "Ben why did you drown." You froze as he said that sentence,"Ben why did you drown." You started to remember. "Ben why did you drown." You then remembered why you were here, the charm you did. "_____ how did you die?" And you would never regret anything more than you would regret this.

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