My life ended the day she was born. It wasn’t like it was the greatest life, but it was a life, and they sacrificed it for the sake of an offering to the new queen. When my body died I forced my soul to remain, to torment those who’d murdered me. That was a mistake. There are things here, trapped between life and the afterlife-terrifying things.
December 13th, 2015 at 1:15 AM
This person can’t catch a break,can they?! Great story in so few words.