"I beheld the wretch — the miserable monster whom I had created. He held up the curtain of the bed; and his eyes, if eyes they may be called, were fixed on me. His jaws opened, and he muttered some inarticulate sounds, while a grin wrinkled his cheeks. He might have spoken, but I did not hear; one hand was stretched out, seemingly to detain me, but I escaped and rushed downstairs. I took refuge in the courtyard belonging to the house which I inhabited, where I remained duringthe rest of the night, walking up and down in the greatest agitation,listening attentively, catching and fearing each sound as if it were to announce the approach of the demoniacal corpse to which I had so miserably given life."
I don't know which one is more frightening, the fact that my dead best friend is on my bed smiling at me or the text she sent before she died that said "YOUR COMING WITH ME”
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Scary
At least you won't travel alone.
awww that is so romantic in a strange way lol
i wouldn't worry much my dear no one can make you do anything that you don't want to do already that is unless you have already decided
take care alright elizabeth
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