The VisitorA Story by ShaneBerrywhile i as watching a ghost hunters episode, i realized how rude it must seem to ghosts when they go up into the attic or abandon house and uproot their privacy... I DO NOT BELIEVE IN GHOSTS.The Visitor Three hundred years ago I died, it was a warm summer eventide. The leash rapped round my neck, My mind an emotional wreck. Last year entered the peeress, in a long, shiny blue dress. She cried tears, and I whipped them away. We talked,she was not afraid. But she is gone, no more, now you are here? With your radio, and camera gear? Who are you to invade my home? To call me out, and claim your own. You threaten, or offer, how can you help? to Save me from this cage my hand hath dealt? I throw and a shout, but you just smile, you say you will leave in “a little wile” whats your rush? You wanted to see, is this not cruel irony? My whole life I was ignored, until my mortal body was no more!
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StatsAuthorShaneBerrydenton, TXAboutMy Chemical Romance “The Ghost of You” Name: Shane Douglas Berry Age: Born on 8/4/1992 Hair color: Brown Eye color: Green Skin color: White, Freckled Tattoos: Oroborus (red, center.. more..Writing
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