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The Ghost of Michigan
‘The presence of life is not the absence of the dead.’
Arianna, quoted to Matt, who’d just read her a few horror stories on Halloween weekend. An odor of burning firewood began to mantle around them. It alerted of a shady existence, which they’d no idea so far was there. As it enclosed, Matt creased his brows.
“Are you scared?” he inquired, closing the last book he brought from the city library.
They have been neighbors for quite some time, and subconsciously he developed romantic feelings for Arianna, but never dared to confess until he got drunk two years back on a rainy evening.
In that intoxicated stupor, he professed his undying love with a forceful kiss. Shocked with his actions, she had slapped him and ran away while he’d drowned himself in his guilt.
Next day, when he sobered up at noon, he’d gone to her and apologized. Her charcoal eyes intimidated him even without her making the sli
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