Bloodstained Blessings
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Lyla took more beer into her mouth swallowing it down with a loud gulp. She looked me straight in the eye and got closer, inches from my face and began to whisper, "So legend says he's somewhere in that house. All ya have to do is find the door and by some miracle get inside. He'll be there they say, and once you find him, lie a rose over his body and he will come back to life. Even better, he will be servant to said person." I was frozen for a couple seconds not really knowing what to say. This was more than absurd this was crazy. Lyla was way passed buzzed or tipsy she was flat out wasted. I burst out laughing trying to hold back tears. My best Friend has officially lost it. "What's so funny? Ya think I'm makin' all this up?!" She yelled at me clearly frustrated that her so called dramatic story had the exact opposite effect on me that she was hoping for. "Lyla there's no way any of that's true. It's just not possible, ya really need to stop listenin' to the bullshit people keep feedin' ya." I said trying to get my calm back. "It is too real!" She growled. "Yea as real as my pet unicorn Lyla." I retort letting out another bubble of laughter. "Fine if you think this is all some kinda BS joke then you wouldn't mind goin' down to ol' Castro Manor and checkin' it out yourself?" She stated, bringing my laughter to an abrupt halt. She smiled knowing she had gotten to me. "Yea," I responded, acting as if it was no big deal, "I'll even bring a rose."
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