The Old Wise Man: The Ghost

The Old Wise Man: The Ghost

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Melanie Reid Faust was a normal 10 year old girl with balck wavy hair and beautiful brown eyes, she grew up in a Catholic household and it forced her to bring out good habits. But lately it's been difficult, she had broken the rules and started studying Witchcraft in order to figure out what's been going on in the house. But that's when things took a turn for the worse... THIS STORY IS COPYRIGHTED!! DO NOT STEAL MY IDEAS OR MY STORIES WITHOUT MY PERMISSION!! Thank you :)
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