2 May 2018

100WC #29 Rohan

Author: rohanbcuthbert | Filed under: Uncategorized

I was at the grave the grave were a misty fog grew  some tiems i would frantically go in fear becuase of the mist it was a red mist kind of a crimson red each day i go too the same grave the mist will wisper in my ear leav personilly i wonder what that means i go too the grave one last time but nothing hapens to me i go back home to see no one their and then i relise the curse of the grave yard is real the crimson mist takes me away i have one more left. the end

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