The Medium Photograper
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Do you believe in ghosts and spirits? Do you believe in paranormal activities? Do you believe those who claim to be able to see 'them'? They're real. All of them,including the spirits.
Atraer Sanctus is a 23-year-old woman who has been able to see 'them' since birth. It has become her destiny,to be a medium. 'They' are all different, and most of them are indescribable. And as her job to be a photographer for the international paranormal activity, she travels across the world and meets more. Maybe you're not curious to see what 'they' looked like. Or are you?
TW⚠️: disturbing images, fully descriptive words, traumatic events
Author's message: This is my first time making a paranormal story. Sorry for the incorrect information and situations. All in this story are fake(or is it?)
Start: 08/11/2023
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Status: Ongoing
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