Eyes for the dead

Eyes for the dead

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Sat, Oct 25, 2014
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Mystery
This is the story of how I died and came back form the dead , pretty crazy right? Well not to me I'm Lilly Marten I was you a normal kid in Kentucky till that day. The man who killed me seemed that he would never hurt a hair on my head he loved me dearly but, sadly my ex boyfriend mark was the person who ripped me to hit and left me for dead..in an alley way. Lucky a mad scientist name Kevin found me and dragged me to his house and patched me up.Sorta speak? See mark had cut off my hands so no one could tell who I was along with taking my eyeball. He whispered to me that " it would go in the jar with the others!"Creepy right!?!? But anyway Kevin fixed my hand problem by building me big metal hand out of scrap metal . To my uder surprise they work but it was very hard to move with giant sharp fingers .My hand all together where a foot and a half long wrist to tip of my middle finger. And I got a replacement eye but it was just a black ball with a giant red X on it lucky me right?
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