<aside> <img src="/icons/add_lightgray.svg" alt="/icons/add_lightgray.svg" width="40px" /> The ghost.

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<aside> <img src="/icons/add_lightgray.svg" alt="/icons/add_lightgray.svg" width="40px" /> You stand and wipe the tears from your eyes. You can't believe that your friend would do this, but hey – at least a ghost isn't after you, right? You unlock the door and open it. "I'm so mad at yo–" you start, but your voice falters when you realize that you're not face to face with your friend at all. It's the figure from the window – Bloody Mariah, and the last thing you see is the white of her dead, dull eyes.

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<aside> <img src="/icons/arrow-right_lightgray.svg" alt="/icons/arrow-right_lightgray.svg" width="40px" /> The end**.**

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