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possessionHe's not sure how long he sat there, alone, eyes locked on the shifting, endless space ahead of him, waiting. He couldn't tell you if ten minutes had passed, or one hundred years, before the other joined him.possession
"Hello, old love," the ghost greeted, a wry smile on its lips; the man said nothing. The ghost curled its small fingers around the man's arm, laughed in that voice he'd forgotten years ago. "Even death hasn't changed you."
He shivered.
Only silence passed between them, then, the man stood, lacing their fingers together. The ghost's hands were cold, and so much smaller than he remembered.
by ~brishena
when i was a young girlShe had grown up in the oldest house in town: an ancient and run-down mansion at the edge of the forest. Right after she moved into her grandmother's house, the forest was the first thing she explored. She packed a flashlight and a pail, to collect leaves and bugs, and set off on the twisting path through the woods.when i was a young girl
One hundred years earlier, hunters armed with guns loaded with silver bullets had walked along this trail. The girl's grandmother was old and wise - she may have watched only one man return, stumbling dazed out of the woods, with nothing left of his right arm but a jagged, bloody stump. He would not say what had happ
by ~brishena
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