There was a lady she didn't know where she was, and if you asked she would invite you inside and make sure you had a very slow and painful death. But one day an old man came by and instead of asking her where she was he asked her "who are you?" she didn't invite him inside or gave him a slow and painful death, she just stood as still as a statue thinking about that one question. "Who am i?" She kept repeating
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Old Lady
Randomthis is just a story that I'm making up as I go so I'm not sure what its going to be about. its very short sorry. I might make the second chapter if people like it :)
