Her Dead Stalker

Her Dead Stalker

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“Do it, rose!” He encouraged me as I stood in between all the spirits, the evil, the good and the dead. The only light that was present in the dark and horror graveyard was from the dark book in my hands and the moon. I could hear the wolfs howling and the dogs barking but today was the day, I was going to end it all. “I will” I nodded at my dead lover as I started tearing each page of that book, slowly and painfully taking the life of them all. Hearing their screams and shouts made me happy. It was finally ended but still one was left and that was he. Taking small steps towards him, I dropped the book from my hand, landing with a thud on the ground. He backed away as I reached him. His eyes showed fear and dread for me, my poor lover did not wanted to be dead again.
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Where am I? I wake up with no memory of the night before or how I got to this place. I don't even know what place this is. I hear the howl of a wolf and stagger to the window. What the hell? This isn't the city, just where the hell am I? The darkness closes in and I welcome the dark oblivion. Perhaps this is just a nightmare? Then I laugh to myself, I'd prefer the nightmare to my life. Perhaps this time I won't wake up?

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