The floor is painted crimson. Blood...its everywhere. Why do i feel so tired? why do feel so...so strange? I feel like im floating in water...but its thick like..like...blood. hmph...im floating in blood. The ceiling is pure white yet the floor is dark...dark and red. Who's hand is that? Mine...i remember now...im dead. Why havent i left yet? Why am i still here? Am i....am i becoming a ghost? Will i be stuck here forever? What's that voice? Who-...oh...mother...im sorry you had to see this...can you hear me?....i guess not...~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
ok this is the beginning to a new story idea i have. its about this girl who commited suicide. These are her last thoughts. as punishment for taking her own life before her appointed time she has to linger in that room as a ghost for the rest of eternity. many years later a new family moves in and a girl moveis into her room. what will happen? will they be friends? will they be enimies? y am i asking you this? can u possibly know? y am i asking so many pointless guestions? nobody knows...
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