I am sitting in the kitchen sink. Whilst my mother washes the dishes she knows I am here to listen. Even if she's not talking. She knows I care, even if she can't see me. This is how it's been for 5 years. This is my story. My name is Robert I had all the friends I could need we went on adventures all the time. I still see them even if they don't know I'm there. It started off as a joke I didn't mean to hurt her it wasn't meant to kill, it was just funny she was enjoying herself I never knew. If only I hadn't of done it maybe I would still be alive.
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Short Story(this is a short story i have a slightly longer version if it works that ill post) do you believe in ghost i don't but that is silly since i am one
