My sister took her back pack off and took out a rope from it. She pulled out half the rope and cut it with her knife. She tied it together and made a neck hole, then she made another one. "What are you doing?" I asked her confused. She tied the ends of the rope around the stair pole and put one over her neck and over mine. She sat on the stair pole about to throw herself over the side, "Are you coming?" she asked me. "Coming where?" "Look over the edge, It's an invisible gateway to the other world." She said with the darkness clouding her eyes. I smiled and took her hand, "Let's go!" I said with a laugh. She smiled back at me and we both threw ourselves over the edge of the stairs. We hung in the air until our lungs gave up and our necks were red. We both looked down and slowly dropped our hands from together. And the last thing I saw was a crow land on my shoulder.
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Black heart
HorrorThe story of one of my dreams I've had over and over, the same dream, adding on pieces ever time I have it.