midnight song [1]

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genre; horror  [i hope.]

zeref dragneel;

I continued to wander inside the graveyard; hoping one of these resting souls would take my place - just so I could take their's.

I look up at the sky, then back down to my glow-in-the-dark wristwatch. Five minutes 'till it strikes midnight; the not so brief minute when souls with the worst sins have permission to come out of their prison in hell. Or so it's believed.

Dear young man, 

Why is it that you wander?

Why is it that we catch sight of you everyday?

Why?

I felt my body go stiff as I heard a sweet yet psychopathic voice sing. 

But it wasn't ordinary - absolutely not. It was like the voice sung directly to my mind.

And I couldn't help but glance at the trinket on my wrist yet again. Four to twelve.

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