Chapter 3

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*that night *

I was so tired after that hard day if unpacking and stuff. I finally on my pajamas and crashed face first into my bed. "FINALLY I GET SOME SLEEP!"I yelled in a Russian accent. My bobbed pink hair covered my face when i turned on my back. I quickly closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep.... but as soon as i do that, the picture burning in my brain of the Death words came to my head. What does that mean? How could that've happened? That pretty impossible if u ask me.... but i know ghosts aren't real, they are just fiction...

At least .. for now.

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