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The steady beeping noise was persistent if not annoying as it infiltrated the silence, my mind lethargic and yet able to recognize its sound as the monitoring of my heart. I couldn’t find the strength to open my eyes and every breath was a battle I feared would soon be lost to me.

“I don’t think she’s getting any better,” I heard a woman’s voice whisper.

“Well, what do you expect? People don’t live through an attack like that. She’s just lost too much blood,” another answered her.

“Do you think she’ll make it through the night? Have we contacted the parents?”

“I don’t know. It doesn’t look likely. If this wasn’t Mayor Steven’s daughter I think the hospital would have quit a long time ago.”

I am not his child I raged silently, my body still too drained to move my lips, something for which felt like such a complex notation that once felt so simple.

I heard a sharp intake of breath, “So then you mean this is her? That girl we saw on the news? The one who tried to-.”

“Yes! What gave you the hint Lena, the police officer guarding the door, or the blood soaked Cloverdale labeled clothes we removed from her body?” the other voice said disdain evident in his tone.

“Why would someone with money like that send their daughter to Cloverdale? That place is as shabby as you can get, and with the money Mayor Stevens makes-.”

“Hello get a fucking clue! This girl is obviously the throw away child! Everyone in the medical profession and even some out of it knows Cloverdale is a shitty place. It’s a place to house those you want under lock and key and quickly forgotten about. When the judge didn’t send this girl to jail Cloverdale was the closest thing to shoving her into a dark soulless hole, never to be seen or heard from again.”

“But he seems so nice and sweet on screen. He wouldn’t do that to his own daughter, would he?” she questioned, their foot steps moving towards the door. “Besides I thought she was ordered to Greenwich.”

“She was but apparently she was causing too much of a scene, and you know how politicians like to sweep disruptions under the rug. And it is election year. I heard he wants to eventually go for the senate, and I don’t know if you realized it but with all the cameras outside this building her family is no where to be seen.”

“No, they wouldn’t leave that girl to die alone?”

He laughed humorlessly, “Can you really blame them? Looking at her she appears as innocent and sweet as my own daughter, but let’s not forget the reason she was sent to Cloverdale in the first place, Lena. And after what they said she did to her six year old sister she can rot in hell for all I care.”

I heard the door close just as the sounds dissolved, my mind slowly retreating back from consciousness, too saddened and weak to remain. No one sat beside my hospital bed, no one cared enough to cry or push me to get well. They were all waiting for me to die, and as I slowly felt myself withdraw back into the darkness that enclosed my mind I felt a tear escape, for at that moment if it was possible I would have gladly given them what they wanted.

I could feel the light breeze drift along my skin, its caress nothing more than a gentle stroke, the sun eagerly replicating the winds actions as my eyes pierced open to take in nothing but the beautiful cloudless blue sky. I gasped, my body rising tentatively from where I lie while my fingers quickly inspected my once battered body for the bruises that seemed to vanish as quickly as the wind that had awoken me. Gone were the many cuts that lined my skin like a road map leading me to my entrapped hell. Gone were the burns, the contusions, the bandages that had covered every inch of my marred skin. I was still clothed in my hospital gown and yet I felt no pain from cracked ribs, no broken bones, no fractures of any kind, and as I lifted my gaze from my newly healed body I quickly realized also gone was my pathetic hospital room.

Trees towered the surrounding area, so massive that I feared the very height of them was not of this world. Hundreds upon hundreds of flowers an array of colors filled the pasture that surrounded me, its sweet scent filling the air, air that felt so pure and so free of earth’s pollution. I could hear the gentle sounds of a stream in the distance, the cry of an eagle soaring above my head, and the calm rustle of the grass swaying against the winds progress. I rose on unsteady feet unsure on how I got here, or if finally my wish was fulfilled and I now found this to be the gateway to my afterlife. On shoeless feet, the ground cushioning my footsteps I wandered towards the trees wondering why it was, that still I remained alone. I came to a path; the trees blocked the sun causing the sudden chill in the air and forcing me to wrap my arms around myself. I froze at the entrance of this forest gazing back at the beauty I had just left while wondering if this was a mistake. Was it a mistake to leave the safety of the field, to wonder unwittingly into a forest unsure of what I was to find when I could remain unharmed and naively happy beneath the sun’s touch?

Sighing heavily I walked on, the trail’s path quickly becoming rocky and rough against the soles of my feet, the trees rapidly casting shadows in the depths of its magnitude. I heard distant sounds of animals scurrying unseen and yet now its noises frightened me, their concealed movements doing nothing to appease the rising alarm inside my heart. I heard a wolf howl as if a mere heart beat away from where I stood and I began to run. The wind blew through my long curls, braches snatched at my once unblemished skin, my lungs screaming in protest and yet I did not stop. Trees became a blur around me, and once again I heard that howl causing me to turn to glance behind and as I looked on in fear of what was chasing me I felt myself trip over a fallen limb, my arms falling out before me, my body hitting the ground with a hard thud.

“There is no need for fear my child,” a voice spoke, its tone the embodiment of peace, the tranquil essence around it was indisputable.

I rose onto bruised knees, gazing up towards that voice. There along the entrance of the meadow, standing at the edge of the lake stood the most beautiful woman I had ever laid eyes on. The wind blew her auburn waves around her slender shoulders, her cerulean blue eyes were kind, her skin unblemished as she reached out a hand towards me. I watched in a slight daze as the breeze rustled with the edges of her yellow sundress, her bare feet silent as the gentle sway of her body brought her closer to me.

And yet still I scooted away in fear, “who are you? What am I doing here?”

She paused, the smile on her lips constant, “Deo gratias, finally you have come.”

Thanks be to god? Great more Latin, I thought to myself exasperatingly as I rose to my feet.

She laughed at the grimace on my face, “Yes, more Latin. You may call me Katrina.”

I froze, “You read my mind?”

“There are lots of things we can do here. Please come, sit,” she gestured towards the spot she had come from, next to the water.

I walked slowly, cautiously moving to sit on a rock, a little further than she had motioned for me. “What is this place?”

“I can understand your confusion Anna, but trust me you are safe here.”

Something inside me truly wanted to believe her but still I wavered. “Safe where?”

“This place is sacred. Very few know of its existence and even less know how to get here.”

“You brought me here?”

“No, you brought yourself here.”

Rolling my eyes at her annoying wordplay, “how could I have brought myself here when I don’t even know where here is!”

“Calm yourself Anna,” she whispered and instantly I felt a sense of relaxation fill my body that had not been there before. As if suddenly all exasperation had been released from my very pores to only be replaced with this sense of serenity.

“What did you just do?” I asked my eyes still distrusting, full of unguarded fear.

“As I’ve said there is much we can do here, but this gets us no where and we have little time.”

What was she talking about?

She turned towards a cluster of trees, “Andrea, you are needed.”

My eyes rounded in shock as quickly my sister came from the very forest I had just left. The mere image of her was more stunning than she had ever been, her body clothed in the same dress as the other woman’s, only its shade was pink. The sun lit her blond hair like a halo surrounding her face, her feet as bare as our own, and yet in her hand a gorgeously cut crystal goblet filled with clear colorless liquid.

“Andrea, what are you doing here? What’s going on?”

She flounced down beside me, her blue eyes earnest as the met mine, “Anna we don’t have time for explanations. They’re going to cut the machines off soon. You have to get back.”

I shook my head feverishly, tears clouding my gaze, “No, I want to stay here with you.”

“You don’t belong here Marie. It’s not your time. You have to go back.”

“Katrina said I came here on my own. How do you know I don’t belong here?”

“Andrea knows it the same way you do Anna,” Katrina said causing my eyes to travel to hers. “You woke up in that field and you could have remained there. Safe from harm and completely ignorant to what your body is going through right now, but you chose to leave there. You chose the harder more rockier path because deep inside you, you knew you didn’t belong there. It was not your fate to remain in the unawareness of normalcy you once lived. You are not like other people and that is why you can see them. It’s not a curse, it’s a blessing.”

My tears lined my face, my expression one of pure loathing, “You call fearing the very idea of darkness a blessing! Being able to see their barren emotionless eyes ripping your body and soul apart, sucking the very essence of everything you once was, a blessing?” My eyes quickly turned to my sister, “And where were you? I needed you! I screamed for you and you never came!”

“Anna I couldn-,” she tried to plead, her tearful gaze staring into mine.

“So much for your useless words of sisterhood!”

“Anna we don’t have time for this!” Katrina yelled her composure finally near breaking.

“Actually according to you I have all the time in the world,” I mocked. “Why would I want to return there?”

“Because this is only the beginning Marie,” Andrea appealed, “There are worst things to come, and I swear to you I will be at your side from this moment on.”

“And I should believe you because?”

“Because I gave her no choice, Anna,” Katrina interrupted, my eyes swinging back to hers. “You had to face them on your own or you never would have trusted or awoken the power growing inside you.”

My hateful eyes glared up at her, “I almost died because of you!”

“And yet you didn’t. You finally used what’s inside you and opened the door all on your own.”

“Yeah, and then I almost bled to death on the fucking tiled floor!”

“And yet here you are once again, using your talents to find aid when you needed it. Your sister is merely a watcher, a protector but she can not defeat them as you can. She was not gifted to do so.”

I glanced down at my shaken hands, “So you’re saying I was gifted to be a freak, and abomination,” my voice cracked with emotion, “a monster?”

Andrea’s hand grasped mine causing my gaze to meet hers, “You’re not a monster Marie. You never were.”

“But that night I was babysit-.”

“You don’t remember it like I do and you won’t until your ready, but right now you must take this,” she handed me the goblet, its liquid seeming to glow in the sunlight.

“What is it?”

“It doesn’t matter Anna. We are running out of time.” She gazed off into the distance, her expression emotionless, vacant as if seeing something only she could observe. “They are coming down the hall now to cut off the machines. Mom gave them approval.”

“She wouldn’t do-.”

Her gaze abruptly wrenched back to mine and with unflinching certainty she whispered, “Yes she would. You must drink this now.”

“But-.”

“Anna now!” she screamed.

With shaky hands I let the glass touch my lips, my eyes never leaving hers as the liquid slid over my tongue, quickly traveling down my throat. Tingles traveled through out my skin, warmth filling my body that went beyond what a mere warm drink could do, it seemed to heal my very soul. I felt the glass slip from my fingers, my body falling back. My sister’s figure became hazy, distorted before my very eyes as I watched her mouth the words, I’ll see you soon.

The last thing I saw as I fell was the cloudless blue sky I had awakened to and then as quickly as it appeared everything vanished into smoke and then again into that unforgiving blackness.

I gasped, my eyes sprung open, my lids widening in my attempt to breathe. My bandage covered hands reaching up to pull at the breathing tube that seemed to clog my throat just as the room came into focus and before me stood two doctors and a very astonished nurse.

“Doctor, I think that form has just become unnecessary. I believe she’s awake.”

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A bright white light flashes before my eyes, blinding me to everything that once surrounded my small hospital bed.

“Anna I need you to keep your eyes open. Now look up, now to your left, your right,” the elderly doctor said, his voice kind before finally putting the light away, allowing my vision to return to take in the four men staring back at me. “You were right Peter. This is a miracle.”

The other doctor came forward, his thick brown brows furrowed, his gaze and expression on his handsome face scared as he looked back at me. I had been poked and prodded since the moment I woke up, tested in every which way that was imaginable. I guess I should have expected this considering the beating I had taken that resulted in me being here only to miraculously recover in mere hours. Neither a single bone broken, nor one scratch unhealed.

“Its impossible is what it is,” the handsome doctor exclaimed, his voice I quickly recognized as the one who condemned me to hell. It was weird to finally have a face to match his unwarranted hatred. His green gaze regarded my healed skin with suspicion, the telling gesture of his bitten nails screamed of his disbelief in the idea of miracles. Clearly he believed in only what he could see or explain with the help of science, and the very existence of my healthy body sitting calmly before him shook the very core of everything he once held faith in.

“Enough of this! Sooner rather than later this girl will be transported back to Cloverdale and before that happens I sure as hell would love some explanations about how she ended up here in the first place,” a stern voice interrupted from behind them. The doctors moved from my view but unfortunately also allowing the police freedom to step into their places.

“You can leave us now,” the older officer ordered them, their lingering gazes clearly reluctant to leave mine. “Now Anna we need to get to the bottom of what happened that night.”

And here we go again…

“What do you mean?” I whispered my eyes meeting his brown gaze unflinchingly.

His gray brow rose, his cervices of fat on his overweight body seeming to overlap his belt as he turned to his fellow officer, as if making sure he paid attention to every word I said. “I mean they found you on the floor of your room. You were covered in your own blood, so much of it in fact you were almost unrecognizable. So who attacked you?”

The younger officer I noticed had pulled out a tape recorder and now sat at the small table to my left.

“I’m guessing you don’t mind being recorded, do you?” The older man asked his tone clearly sarcastic as he slowly paced before me. My eyes moved from his face to his badge.

“It appears I don’t have much choice officer Maloney.”

He grinned, “You see I like that. I like when a persons calls shit exactly as it is, and doesn’t waste time beating around the bush. It puts me in a good mood and when I’m happy everyone stays happy.” He moved closer to stare directly into my line of vision, “And trust me, you want me to remain happy.”

I watched him return to his aimless pacing, his eyes slowly observing my stilled form as if searching for any small signs of weakness. “Now Anna we saw on camera Nurse Summers bringing you to your room-.”

“If you want to classify pushing me onto the floor and almost breaking my nose as bringing me to my room then yes she did.”

He paused, his eyes malicious, “we aren’t here to investigate your claims of mistreatment at a facility you were court appointed to remain in.”

“As a man enforcing the law I would think any cruel behavior towards another would be a priority you’d want to pursue,” I mocked watching as his hatred for me grew.

“Watch it little miss; one would think with your own sins you wouldn’t be quick to reprimand others, especially those who hold your fate inside the palm of their hands.”

His words did little to quiet the concern in my heart but still I forced a brave face. “I thought my judgment was already set in stone?”

His smile was sinister, “And here’s where it gets tricky. The judge sentenced you to be held at Greenwich mental institution which quickly became Cloverdale, but if it’s deemed that you’ve become too much of a risk, too much of a danger to the safety of others for even a mental institution to handle, you could certainly be moved again. And this time trust me, it’ll make Cloverdale look like the fucking four seasons.” He moved to slide a chair near my bed, his body straddling its seat, “now you are going to tell me what happened, and I’m going to tell you how much I actually believe.”

“Yes officer, she brought me to my room.”

He snorted smugly, “And then?”

“And then nothing. She never came back. I screamed for hours and no one ever came.”

“So you played the poor victim for once,” he replied condescendingly, “And then what? Who opened the door?”

“No one.”

“Bullshit”, his mind screamed. “Like hell no one opened the door! Then who attacked you?”

“I don’t know.”

“Oh you don’t know?” he scoffed. “I don’t know what you’re playing at but this goes beyond your mere wounds. Quite frankly I could care less about what happened to you!”

I held back my tears at the idea that no one seemed to care as I gazed back at his enraged face, “then why are you here?”

“Because whatever happened to you happened to four others just minutes from where your room lied. And according to the cameras you collapsed on the ground attacked well before blood was shed anywhere else, so now I need you to stop lying and tell me what the hell happened that night!”

“I told you what happened. No one opened the door.”

He sighed heavily, his gaze suddenly tired. “Okay, let’s take this step by step. You found yourself in your room. It was getting late and then what?”

“The sun was setting. Darkness filled the sky. It started to thunder,” my voice quivered with emotion, my gaze filling with tears, “there was no light in my room, and then something grabbed my leg and pulled me into the center of it.”

“Something? Don’t you mean someone?”

Ignoring his words, “It held me up by my feet like a fucking roasting pig over a fire. Then it sliced into me repeatedly.”

His disdain for my words were obvious, “And then what, magical fairies opened your locked door?”

“I don’t know,” I mocked, “you looked at the cameras, what did you see?”

“I don’t have time for this shit! I have families on my back to hurry and solve this fucking case! I got news people asking me if there is a serial killer on the loose! And now you sit here telling me someTHING attacked you! That’s fucking nuts!”

Finally I laughed, “Which is why I am exactly where I am.”

“And why you’ll remain there. In the mean time what do you wish I tell the two nurse’s families? What do I tell little Harmony’s parents when they ask me why she was stabbed?”

My gaze swung quickly back to his, my mind picturing those pigtails, those freckles covering a small nose, “Harmony was hurt?”

He scoffed at my words, “no Honey she was not merely hurt. Harmony was butchered. Her door stood open as wide as your own. Her throat was slashed so deeply that her head barely remained attached, cuts covered her skin, and blood soaked every available space in that godforsaken room. The look of pure terror on that little girl’s face is something that I have never seen in the thirty years I’ve worked in this city, and something I’m not likely to forget. Her room mimicked your own only difference was when we checked her cold skin for a pulse we found none.”

The tears finally escaped my eyes, my thoughts going back to that night. This was my fault, I had opened the door. “Who else was hurt?” I whispered.

“Oh now you care?” he ridiculed. “Two nurses. One by the name of,” he looked down at the file the other cop handed to him, “Britney Collins.”

My mind flashed back to the brunette who had arrived with Maria the morning I had awoken, worried about paying the rent. Oh dear god, her two kids!

“I believe Britney was doing some paperwork when she was attacked. Her body was found near the vending machine area. Clearly dragged there from the bloody path we found near her body. What we found interesting was the body next to hers.”

With guilt eating away at me, my gaze met his, “who was next to her?”

“An attendant by the name of Brody Simmons. We assumed before we saw the tapes that he was the original killer.”

“Why would you assume that?” I whispered.

“Because of the sexual assault we know he committed on Miss Colin.”

I inwardly gasped, somehow knowing those creatures had most likely taken over Brody’s body. “Well then you have your killer.”

His eyes inspected my tears without emotion, “See that’s where it gets strange again. From what we can understand you were attacked first. The camera captures your opening door without aid from anyone else. Then we see the lights flicker and then nothing but darkness as if the cameras are suddenly shut down completely, but oddly we can still hear the screams from little Harmony’s room. The camera magically clicks back on and the once white hallway is now lined with Harmony’s blood. We watch Colin freeze at the snack machine at the sound right before a weirdly impassive Brody assails her. We watch him rise and leave her horrified form on the ground before she hurries to the desk towards what we’re guessing is the phone to call us, but she never gets to because another rather opportune blackout takes over the camera again and when it comes back on not only is she dead but so is Brody in a way that is eerily similar.”

I choked over the lump in my throat, “I don’t know what you want me to say to that?”

His anger returned with a vengeance, “I want you to fucking give me a name! I want you to fucking care!”

“You told me I was attacked first! I told you it was pitch black in my room, what more can I say!” I pleaded.

“Nothing apparently that I would want to know,” he rose wearily motioning to the other man before he walked towards the door.

“Wait,” I called out. “You said two nurses. Who else was killed?”

He glanced back at me, his body filling the doorway, “Holly Summers, only she wasn’t killed like the rest.”

Confusion filled my face, “what do you mean?”

“What the fuck do you think I mean? Whoever it was ran out of time to kill her.”

“Then why didn’t you question her? Why isn’t she on your suspect list?” I asked earnestly.

“Because she was seen with another doctor when the others were attacked and she only arrived minutes after the last had died. She has as many cuts and burns as you had. And quite frankly questioning her would be pointless.”

“Why would you say that?”

“Because unlike you her mind couldn’t sustain the ability to stay in tact.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean she’s now residing in the ward one level below yours.” He watched the shock fill my face at his words before he continued, “What? I thought you’d be happy at the news. Its just desserts for the act of… what did you call it,” he paused mockingly before smiling grimily back at me, “oh yeah… cruel behavior towards another.”

Then the door slammed shut leaving me alone with only my own guilt for company.

What the hell had I done?

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I was sluggish to awaken, my eyes for once seeming too heavy to lift, while my heart felt too burdensome with pent up remorse to cope with. The light, overflowing in abundance leaked into the room almost blinding me in its attempt to light every single crevice this room possessed.

“So you’re finally awake?” A voice called out to me, the very sound of it causing me to finally find the strength to push my lids back to scan the room.

“Maria,” I whispered while quickly moving to sit up, a motion that had my head spinning. I raised a hand to my pounding head, my eyes finally registering the bruises on my wrist.

“You need to take it easy,” she advised her body already moving to pour me a cup of water. I watched her move closer, her hands careful not to touch mine as she handed it to me, her expression guarded in a way it had not been before.

“What happened? I remember falling asleep in the hospital and now-.”

“You were well enough to be released and seeing as you somehow escaped the confinements the last time you were transported here they wanted to take no chances. I believe you’re sedative was twice the amount they normally administer.” Her eyes fell to my bruises, “and I believe someone who did not care much for the fact that you were the one still alive tightened your straps.”

I snorted humorlessly staring down at my white cup, “It’s almost as if they were hoping the drugs would finish me off.”

She retreated back away from me, anxiously checking my chart, “I’m sure they probably were.”

My gaze met hers before I let it fall, my eyes traveling this room I had been entrapped in. “It feels different here and yet oddly as if nothing has changed.”

“Something clearly has changed Anna. This is not the room you once had. I don’t know if you noticed but this room has twice as many windows.” She smiled ironically, “It’s kind of like someone believed that you and darkness really don’t mix well together.”

I tried to smile at her small joke and yet it quickly slipped from my lips.

“Your old room is still taped off, as is the other rooms in that section of the ward,” her gray eyes fell from mine, her expression sad. “They should really close down this place. So many lives lost.”

“I’m sorry,” I whispered, tears streaming from my eyes.

“I’m sure somewhere inside you, you are.” She sighed heavily; her hands moving to replace the chart that had went unnoticed in her hands. “I went down to see Miss Summers.”

“How is she?”

“Not doing half as good as you are. Girl just stares off into the distance, not speaking to anyone. I don’t even think she recognizes the people talking to her. She was never really kind to any of the patients here and I complained about that often but no one should be in the condition she’s in. I wouldn’t wish that kind of retribution on my worst enemy.”

“This is all my fault,” I whispered, my voice barely heard through the thickness of the painful blockage in my throat.

I heard her move closer even without gazing up at her, my tears causing my sight to become too hazy for me to separate the sudden indistinct shapes before me. “And why would you believe that?”

“Because you were right. Evil never resided in these walls until I came here,” I murmured never even realizing what my words would mean to her.

She stepped away from me, her fingers clutching her cross, her eyes wide as she gazed at me as if I was the devil himself standing before her.

“Maria, wait-,” I pleaded my hand reaching out for her, but quickly she moved from within my reach.

“Do not touch me! Don’t you ever touch me! What are you?” she demanded, her lips trembling, tears clearly not far away.

“I’m Anna Marie Cortez. A sixteen year old girl who dreamed of nothing more than having a boyfriend and finding a place I truly belonged. And now… I’m nothing. I’m nothing but a shell of what I once was; trapped in a nightmare I can’t escape.”

“I- I never said th-those words to you. How… how could you know?”

“I don’t- I don’t have an explanation for you,” I pleaded, “and as for the other day I didn’t mean for that to happen. I never meant to take you back to-.”

“Stop it!” she screamed, her very body shaking at the mere mention of that memory. “We will never speak of that moment, and in return I’ll pretend to know nothing of what you can do.”

“But I-.”

“No, I don’t want to know. I don’t want you to gaze up at me like I’m the savior you’ve been waiting for, nor do I ever want you to lay your hands on me again. I am your nurse, that’s where it begins and that’s where it will end. Do I make myself clear?”

“Yes,” I whispered sadly as I realized if this continued I’d forever be on my own. “I just wanted to apologize for-.”

“Save it Anna Marie, no matter how heart felt your apologies may be there’s still something unspeakable inside you, and I for one don’t want to be the next victim when it’s unleashed.”

I struggled for breath, my head falling in shame, my tears falling onto my open palms that lay upon my lap.

“You have an appointment with Dr. Whitley in ten minutes so I’d suggest you eat,” she said calmly, her professional mask undoubtedly back in its place.

“What happened to Dr. Thompson?”

Framing the doorway she turned back towards me, “You happened to Dr. Thompson. After your last session he quit unexpectedly and without explanation. I’ll return for you in ten minutes.”

Ten minutes later I once again faced her, my eyes remorseful, my tray of food still full. She glanced down at it with sad eyes but said nothing as she led me towards my new doctor’s office. Once outside the door she paused, “She’s expecting you. I’ll come for you later.”

Then in a dismissive motion she left me, a movement so unlike the old Maria that had I not been standing outside this office I could have cried again, but instead I froze, replacing my own mask as I knocked on the door, entering as my new doctor beckoned.

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(I was going to make this longer but I’m tired and the more sleepy I become the more generic my writing sounds, and I really hate that lol. Hope you enjoyed this chapter even if nothing creepy happened lol. I guess it can’t happen in every chapter. Please if you have any comments feel free to let me know, vote if you liked it, and most importantly thanks for reading.

Until next time…