Watching minds break
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Last published Thu, Sep 8, 2016
My name Is Marzanna ,, Correction Was Marzanna , I was a little girl in a small village in Maine, it was near Salem but my story is not that of a witch or that of a wrongfully killed girl, I was just a girl till my father got sick , I tired to save him in my efforts I messed up , did you know when you swear on your heart the things that go bump in the night take that seriously, I was accused of madness or in modern terms being crazy , back than you were hung , but my mother thought different , she locked me up and my grave lies under that of a functioning Insane Asylum, Ironic huh , look Marzanna up sometime you will find some interesting things ...
Authors note
-thank you for even stoping and looking at this , I know there are so many story's about supernatural people object curses . But I aspire to make mine different , enjoy.
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