When the Artist meets the Poet
Good thing it was morning and the lights were on, otherwise I might have fainted because of fear.
I passed through Dion's next room, but I still couldn't see the wandering soul. For some inexplicable reason, my fear was somewhat reduced. I hope I can overcome this so that I can proudly say to Faye that I am no longer afraid of ghosts. But a moment later, my knees shook again when I felt someone walking behind me. I slowly turned around but saw nothing. There, I prayed again.
Lord, forgive me of my sins. I don’t want to die this way.
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