UNEXPECTEND (On Hold)
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Everyone termed Mary as possessed for her ability of seeing the Unsual.
The Catholic school came to the rescue and she was promised release if she lasts the term without any problems. With high hopes she played the part but everything changed when she discovered the above surface students.
The Above surface students won't let her be, amidst their warnings of danger ahead the secrets of the school keeps increasing and the end is far from being seen.
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"Mary." She shivered as the voice called out in a mocking tone.
She clutched her eyes tightly willing not to see.
The Holy walls of the church were futile in eradicating the evil aura around her and now an impending doom was just a night away.
"Help me...Mary," the voice stressed.
"Save me father." She cried out.
©Chisom Vincent
Cover by @storms_and_seas
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