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she managed to stutter out. I nodded, trying to make sense of what was happening. As I walked towards the refrigerator, the sounds of shouting and screaming grew louder. I couldn't help but wonder what was going on. This place was starting to feel eerie like there was something sinister lurking just beneath the surface. Suddenly, I turned to Nina and asked, "What's happening back there?" pointing towards the window that led to the backside of the house. Her face went pale, and she began to stammer, "N-nothing..."

Then, I carefully tucked the blanket around the girl, who was tossing and turning in her sleep. When it was finally morning, I quietly got out of bed. Afterward, I placed all the cash I had under the picture frame before leaving the house. I had just walked out of the house when I heard a group of kids talking amongst themselves nearby. When I walked toward them, I realized that they were insulting the girl. "Why did he just walk out of her house?" "She's probably getting herself a husband because life's getting too rough for her." Upon hearing this, the group of kids burst into laughter.

“And you’re moving past it faster than they planned.” Sebastian studies the snow under his boots. “I’m not past it.” “No,” I agree. “But you’re not centered in it anymore either.” That distinction matters. We head back inside. The cabin feels smaller after being outside. Contained. The kind of place you retreat to, not prepare in. I go to the shelves again, scanning spines, pulling out one of the older journals. Not Nightfang. Not directly. Peripheral accounts. Mountain settlements. Failed containment sites. Sebastian watches me from the couch.

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"Irene! They're our parents! How could you be so cold-blooded now? Even if Mom and Dad were in the wrong, what they did can't possibly be punishable by death, can it? They're your family—" I interrupted him. "You are a family. You all treated me like an outsider and punched and kicked me half to death. Were you thinking of me as a member of your family back then?" Isaac's ragged breathing came through the line, but he said nothing. Finally, he broke down and cried out desperately, "Rene, I was horrible to you back then. I was a terrible bastard! "But Mom and Dad are lying in the hospital now, and Vivian stole all the money and Mom's jewelry in the house and disappeared with them all!

I suppose given time their colors would possibly show but until then I will attempt to believe that this Cyrus guy was decent. I set my apartment keys on the kitchen table and hoped that Jem wasn’t going to move them by morning. Why was my life so strange and complicated when it came to the paranormal shit? Why did this happen to me? Of all people, why me? I hardly had any friends to really enjoy a decent day with and when I told them about my ability to “See” the other side. They ended up never speaking to me ever again. It hurt but like all other things I moved on. I hated being alone in all this and not having somebody to talk to about these strange and weird situations. To have someone r

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Present I came out of my thoughts and turned off the shower. I didn't expect that girl with round spectacles would be my wife someday. Heck! I don't want her. However, I was helpless. It was my mistake to accept the proposal without even know who the girl was. Now, I can't run from the truth that she is my wife. I walk out of the washroom and find her in front of the mirror. She is removing all the heavy accessories, looking at me through the mirror. I drove my eyes away and walked towards the bed, taking my phone. I glue my eyes to the phone screen as usual. This day isn't that special for me. But my curiosity still works on her.

A pity. “Are you even listening to me?” I lifted my eyes from the book in my hand. The Mark of Exile. It was the sequel to The Corpse in the Fog—a crime story about a man killing the lover of the woman he desperately wanted. You could say I was taking notes of very effective and interesting ways to kill Zesa’s lover. I’d had enough of him impeding my happiness.