She is one of the dead people who never left this earth. She stalks the night torturing the living who fear the dead. I can always feel her presence. Her laugh haunts my dreams. I wake up in a cold sweat to see her standing in my closet door. I close my eyes and try to ignore her but she creeps closer and closer until I can feel her cold breath on my face. I open my eyes and she is gone. She leaves my house in shambles like a bat out of hell. I have four days left at 1010 and I am glad I will be gone because I hate this woman.
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