The Dagger

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George was amazed, not just amazed though, he was also horrified, he thought to himself, "How is this possible? its sort of like that game Charlie Charlie." so he started asking questions. like how do spirits exist and if there's a heaven, he got answers but very slowly, like nnnnnnnoooooooo and yyyyyyeeeeessssss. just then... he saw something run across the room in the corner of his eye, a shadowy figure... " um Joseph, what was that?" George asked, he got a reply of "rrrrrruuuuunnnnnn"


Now, with the spirit of his dead friend flying above him, he was about to join him, the dagger embedded in his chest from the thing he thought had died, yet it had not.He started to take his last breaths as a human being, dying from every single breath. "I'll see you up there Joseph, but not before this son of a bitch is dead." George whispered, as he pulled the bloody dagger out of his chest cavity. "Goodbye, and one last thing...go to hell..." George said as he stabbed it in the neck,making the green, gory blood spray out of it, then... George fell to the floor...


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