I Can See Their Death

I Can See Their Death

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In the depths of her childhood, at the tender age of 7, an unsettling gift awakened within her - the power to glimpse the impending demise of others. Ghosts and ethereal apparitions became her companions, while the looming specter of death itself held an unyielding presence in her life. Anleane possessed an eerie talent; her visions never faltered, always revealing the cruel inevitability of mortality. Even those closest to her weren't spared. Hauntingly, she foresaw her own mother's fate, the grim prophecy manifesting just days before its fulfillment. A chilling truth gripped Anleane's reality: those she glimpsed in her visions were bound to the realm beyond. There was no escape from the dance of death that she alone witnessed. And then, the inexplicable occurred - her own figure materialized within the confines of her ominous predictions. Confronted with the realization of her impending doom, Anleane's fight for survival intensified, a desperate attempt to defy the very destiny she once foretold. Amidst the relentless shadows of her cursed ability, Anleane grapples with a question that consumes her every thought: Can she, against all odds, outwit the clutches of the inescapable, or will she become yet another victim to the merciless hands of fate?
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•Hand Picked Awards 2017 1st Place Winner In Paranormal Catagory• "I mean, you're not real." I said through tears. Wiping the tears away, I looked at my mother and she no longer looked the same. Instead, she looked old, almost skeleton like. And this scared me. This was not how I remembered her. And I didn't like it at all. As I moved away in fear, she took a few steps closer. "What's wrong?" She asked. "Scared little girl?"

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