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The Stillness of Death

   

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The wind touches me. A chill runs down my spine. Never had I imagined that the place so close to my heart would become my own graveyard. The day I had come here, nothing was more perfect. But things had to change. It had always been like this, had it not?

Just when I had thought things had taken a turn for the good, the ghost had risen again to haunt me – & haunt me forever. I look at it & tremble. It surrounds me, engulfing me in its cold grasp. I am choking, clutching at my throat. I look around. I ask for help but… Is there no one?

I see people around. They are friends but why is no one coming forward to help? I see them laughing, smiling, & then baring their fangs at me. What? Had I considered these creatures of the night my friends? Oh God! Save me! It was foolishness.

It was naivety on my part but such a big punishment. I will wash off my sins but do not take my blood, my flesh & my breath away…


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