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Strangers By The Sea.

Strangers By The Sea.

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Paranormal
Hi my name is Casey I'm 13years old me and my family had to moved from London. We moved to Shallow Moor On Sea, I hate it here! Well that was until I met Albert. Albert was to become my first real friend I had here in Shallow moor and if you wish to find him he will be sitting on the bench in the middle of the cemetery waiting for you! He is always waiting he is there all day rain or shine never seeming to leave just waiting. Some say he is over 500 yrs old I just say that's folk law. Why don't you go and meet him ask him yourself how old he is. They also say he is a vampire. This is my first work of fiction I have been working on this story since I was 16 I feel it's now to start writing it, so here goes please read and let me know what you think. Xx
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