It's always been like this for me. There was never anything to see. I could always hear these voices surrounding me though, even when I'm told I'm alone. My other senses went bizarre as I heard these voices. The thing is, I never heard the same two voices every night. One day, a particular voice stood out, however, I see so they picked you as the newest one... I'm not certain why, but you are to be a Reaper. From that night on, I lived in my still pitch black world, but now everything made sense; I was a Reaper.
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RandomRandom short stories that might or might not have a beginning/ ending. Warning: • A lot of unhappy stuff is shown in the stories and poems. Please beware and read at your own risk.
