Victims Advocate
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Dernière publication ven., août 28, 2026
This is my story. The story of how I used my abilities that I used to shun to solve murders. My name is Richard Dalatrass and I see dead people. As a child I loved it...they were my special friends. My grandmother could see them too. She taught me how to protect myself from bad friends like the shadow people. She died when I was 10....a car accident. She visited me in my dreams that night and said her goodbyes. I hated it. I loved my grandmother and tried as I did I couldn't see her anymore. I still saw others but never her again. I began to conceal my abilities. I wanted to shut it out. Eventually I succeeded at least till I was 19. Then my grandmother came back into my dreams. She lectured me, told me to reopen my third eye as so many need my help. So I did this is my story.
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"It's funny how a small, foolish belief can either bloom into something that brightens your life... or destroy it entirely. That's exactly what happened to me- the boy who everyone looked at as if he were bad luck, a curse, a sin that should've never existed in this already damned world. But what happens when you start believing it yourself? When you're forced to witness the terrifying sight of a corpse in the pitch- black darkness? It didn't end there. Because of that so-called bad luck... I met you. You became my bad luck. You became my eternal curse. ⚠️Content warning: This story explores dark and sensitive themes. Please note that these elements do not reflect my personal beliefs or values, and nothing here is meant to romanticise toxic or harmful behaviour. If such topics make you uncomfortable, I sincerely recommend not reading it. And also, This is my very first book, and English is not my first language. There might be some grammar or spelling mistakes here and there, so if you notice anything feel free to let me know! I'd be more than happy to fix them and improve. 💕 Thank you for giving this story a chance - your support means the world to me! ✨
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