A Night Not to Be Forgotten

A Night Not to Be Forgotten

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Paranormal
When Eliza and her cousins went into their grandparents old property, she had wholeheartedly expected there to be ghosts. Of course, she hoped that there wouldn't be, but the girl was (unfortunately) rarely ever wrong. --------------------------------------------- Original Short Story Might turn into full length later if requested...
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Lilliana's great grandfather passed away. The house emptied and the dust gone, her family sold it though she never saw anyone buy it nor come near it. The house just next door to her great grandfather's was also owned by her family - well more specifically her grandparents. Lilliana and her mother rented the house her grandparents owned yet no one bought her great grandfather's old one. At least that's what she thought until she received a gift in her room from her 'new next door neighbor.' Or as she likes to call it, her stalker. * * * "Who the fuck even are you, huh? Who do you think you are that you can put creepy little notes inside the vents in my house? Or stalking me every night? Or sending me creepy ass lingerie-" "Last time I checked my love, you're wearing that so-called 'creepy ass lingerie'. You're wearing it right now. And I bet you even got wet when putting it on. I bet you got wet when you found those notes, or felt me watching you at night. I bet...you even dreamt about me." He says and I suddenly realize, he's inches from my face. He was taking a single step after each word towards me from the bench. Warning: mature content **SHORT STORY**

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