” I’ve been here for a long time. So long ago that I could easily be mistaken for one of the gravestones or the crows that haunt this place. But it’s not like they can. Outside of Jack and the souls who eventually pass through our cemetery, no one else can see me. But that doesn’t mean I’m not watching. ”
On an apparently normal summer night, there is a substantial pattern break. The evil that came to haunt the dead and be the terror of the living did not count on the vengeance of a goddess and girls who had no voice, nor that their only witness would be a ghost.
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