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Sweet Revenge

Grave Diggers

By Eli CarterPublished 9 years ago • 1 min read

My tomb, the place where I have lived for thousands of years. My home, my love, my life. Dark in every corner, spiders silently making their webs, bats hanging from the ceiling watching with their red beady eyes, but now that's all gone. Now... Now I walk the halls of the true monsters who took it all from me. I haunt their dreams, make them shiver in terror as they watch me approach and then vanish. Now I have a new home. The dark slowly creeping in every corner, spiders making new webs, but something is different, something better, something scarier. Lightning strikes the sky while the bats spook all visitors. My new home is a warning to the grave diggers.

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    Written by Eli Carter