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Zyesha

I turned back to face a ghostly figure smiling attractively at me. The ghost Ryan had a whitish aura. That shouldn't be surprising since he was dead. If it wouldn't have been for the blood stains on his neck and down the left side of his grey v necked t-shirt, I would have stared at him whole day. Then he took a step towards me and a took a step back instinctively. "Hey" he said softly. I stepped back once more. "How... Why.... " I stammered stupidly. And then I remember seeing little stars twinkling on the approaching night sky before it all went black.

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