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The Pink Hotel

The Pink Hotel

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Paranormal
From the moment Blair stepped into The Pink Hotel she knew something was wrong. She just chose to ignore it. That was her first mistake. She didn't know just how wrong things really were. She didn't know the secrets the hotel kept and she didn't know about the blood that filled the walls. But she'll find out. What happens when she needs to find out? When she had no other choice then to do so? What happens when the walls she built comes crashing down? What happens to her? The person she built over all these years. The person who can only believe what she sees. What happens when she brought down to her littlest form and left with nothing?
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This novella is available for sale on Amazon. To keep it forever, go buy it now! It's only 99 cents, and there is bonus material at the back you won't get on here. Abigail had a secret. I knew it soon after meeting her. She was different than other girls, and not just because she actually showed some interest in me. She was really different. I loved it. I loved her. But Abigail had a secret. Damian told me so, the first time I met him. I wasn't sure whether to believe him or not. He wasn't trustworthy. He wasn't nice. He was a terrifying figure, the embodiment of fear. But he was right. She had a secret. I'm sorry I keep repeating it. It's still hard to believe. How could somebody so gentle, nice, and loving be so... scary? That's the only word I knew to describe her after it all ended. Everything about her being was scary. Abigail was my life, I told myself. She was my everything. She left me with nothing. If she was my life, does that make this suicide? Email the author at davidkummer7@gmail.com **To see an interview about this novella, go here: http://buttonholed.blogspot.com/p/blog-page_14.html **

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