Just Ghosting Around...
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Complete Sun, Jul 22, 201818m
You die. Go to heaven- or hell, as is most probable. There, they announce the punishment of your crimes. Okay.... then?
I have been haunting this house for five years. Not too long? Think from the perspective of a dead -person- who can't go anywhere outside. I have powers, yes, but that's limited to the neighbors house and only the kind that give me the pleasure of scaring people. Yeah, I'm bored. to say the least.
Then She comes. And since you don't read full stories in description, you'll have to read on...
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