Meanwhile...
"Doctor, the patient's vitals are diminishing!"
"Quick! Grab the paddles!"
Krk-krk
"Clear!"
BISHK!
"Still not enough!"
"Increase the gel rate to 75 percent!"
"Clear!"
Tinggggg
BISHK!
"Doctor, the patient's not responding."
"Time of death...
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On the Morgue...
The corpse lay still. On the cold, death air it lay dead. The blanket covering the body provided shade to hide it's pale figure.
But inside, the spirit of the body shouted for justice.
For the treachery by its own blood.
Great anger it kept for countless years.
And... vengeance.
A simple thing for a pathetic person that were viewed as a weak, feeble part of a family that seeks perfection at its finest.
On the dead, dark corners of her eye, it opened. Her fingers clenched together and her body flowed with life once again.
The figure threw the blanket away as it walked away with a pale redemption at hand.
And the doors closed, it's sound echoed the quiet place.
THUD!
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Curse Of The Vengeful Spirit
ParanormalWhat do you think when you see a Vengeful Spirit? She can throw Magic Missiles, check. Her shout can summon a ghost, check. And you probably just remember her by just a flicker of her Nether Swaps. But what if I told you that she's more than what y...
