A cluster of pale roses were piled on a table, and in front of the table sat a woman. She wore a vintage dress and a feathered cocktail hat over her curly black hair. She was humming a soft melody until very abruptly she stopped and began to turn slowly around. Vanessa knew what was going to happen next. This dream wasn't unfamiliar to her, and yet it terrified her every time. The woman had dark, smooth skin, and she maybe would have been beautiful if it wasn't for her face-- the face that she didn't have. She had no features; no eyes, mouth, or a nose. And yet Vanessa somehow knew that she could still sense everything.
The 'woman' was not a human, and the nightmare was not just adream. Vanessa possesses the ability to see into a dimension parallel to our world, a world that is not hell nor heaven. It is a place filled with the tortured souls of the dead.
A place for the unawakened.
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+++ note; basically a revamp of a story i used to have uploaded entitled 'grunge hearts,' which i took down because of my atrocious writing and because it was mindblowingly cliche.. anyway TW i guess.. because of the dead people and smoking and probable mental issues and all that fun stuff.
TRAILER SOON
