A place among stars
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abimopectore
abimopectore May the love be in your heart
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For competition, my first horror story. I warn you!

A place among stars

It indeed is a beautiful night.

It indeed is a beautiful night. A silent wind echoes through wooden walls.

It indeed is a beautiful night. A silent wind echoes through wooden walls. Stars.

It indeed is a beautiful night. A silent wind echoes through wooden walls. Stars. Stars are really beautiful tonight.

As I sit in front of wooden house where long time ago my grandmother used to tell me stories of ghosts.

In the story ghosts are lost souls, people who were killed and never got their revenge.

It is said that their purpose is to haunt their murderers till they make them insane.

It is said that their purpose is to haunt their murderers till they make them insane. Only then their soul will earn its place among stars.

My grandmother is now looking from above.

My grandmother is now looking from above. She was old woman but they say I am a lot like her.

My grandmother is now looking from above. She was old woman but they say I am a lot like her. Strong, fierce and demanding.

She must be proud of me, when she looks down and sees

She must be proud of me, when she looks down and sees how I torture one of poor fellows who killed us that evening in this house.

I hear him scream as I open and close all windows at once.

I hear him scream as I open and close all windows at once. He is trembling and crying when he realizes he is alone.

I hear him scream as I open and close all windows at once. He is trembling and crying when he realizes he is alone. Completely alone in this house.

I almost pity him,

I almost pity him, all tied up without any ropes, unable to move as I show up in front of his eyes.

He is scared. Scared of me. Me, covered in blood.

He is scared. Scared of me. Me, covered in blood. He is one who made me like this, that night in this house.

My face which is not young anymore, my arms that are now bones. My once blue eyes that now bleed red.

And I smile.

And I smile. Smile with my broken lips, knowing that I'll join my grandmother soon.

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