The Three Children's Game

The Three Children's Game

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This story is from a reoccurring dream I have been having lately. This story involves a chapel, a graveyard, and three children. This has been a game you were able to play, but would cost you a gruesome death. This story involves the three children and myself. This story will be short, and I apologize. Please enjoy the story, and I would love to know if you would like me to continue it. Please feel free to comment.
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Summary That night again I find myself in the white rose garden with a white dress and a cape over my head walking among the white roses slowly bending over and smelling them only this time something changed in the dream that I look at the white roses they become red like a strong blood color I drop them from my hands and panic and the moment I raising my head up I see two people in the first wearing black hooded hood The other wearing a white hood I panic and my heart is beating hard I try to get up and I can not stop and freeze again And the black smoke is coming behind me and I try to move and I can not #6 in fantasy(23/12/2017) *draft*

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