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Is it true love or truly evil? (part 1)
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The mansion loomed over them as they approached it. Her heart sank with a foreboding that ran like rivers through her entire body. Suddenly she wasn't sulre if it was such a great idea to be part of this investigation... After all it had been well over a decade since the incident on Nov. 8th 2002 involving her best friend and potential love interest. His subsiquent disappearance had made her go into a deep depression after grieving her friend. A depression that she narrowly escaped albeit not unscathed. She missed him so much but after a year with not so much as a shred of clothing or a foot print in the soil where he had told her he was going that agonizingly anxious day he was assumed dead and she had to move on with her life though it seemed to lack the same luster and vibrance it had before and it showed in her as well. She had all but forgot that day but she never moved on with her life. Never left his memory. Never truly moved on. She was in love with him then and still now. Only now there was definitely a noticable glow about her and she once again had hope almost twenty years after he had vanished. In the very woods she had just trudged through painstakingly, but she cared not. She was on a mission.
Perhaps some context is in order so you can make better sense of this dear reader. First things first though. Introductions. You may call me any of many things. The Sleepless, the story teller, one of my favorites is The Keepee. Ooh! Always so dramatic, or you can call me by my name Tullas. I will be your host for this story at least in part, but think of me as a narrator of sorts.
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The mansion loomed over them as they approached it. Her heart sank with a foreboding that ran like rivers through her entire body. Suddenly she wasn't sulre if it was such a great idea to be part of this investigation... After all it had been well over a decade since the incident on Nov. 8th 2002 involving her best friend and potential love interest. His subsiquent disappearance had made her go into a deep depression after grieving her friend. A depression that she narrowly escaped albeit not unscathed. She missed him so much but after a year with not so much as a shred of clothing or a foot print in the soil where he had told her he was going that agonizingly anxious day he was assumed dead and she had to move on with her life though it seemed to lack the same luster and vibrance it had before and it showed in her as well. She had all but forgot that day but she never moved on with her life. Never left his memory. Never truly moved on. She was in love with him then and still now. Only now there was definitely a noticable glow about her and she once again had hope almost twenty years after he had vanished. In the very woods she had just trudged through painstakingly, but she cared not. She was on a mission.
Perhaps some context is in order so you can make better sense of this dear reader. First things first though. Introductions. You may call me any of many things. The Sleepless, the story teller, one of my favorites is The Keepee. Ooh! Always so dramatic, or you can call me by my name Tullas. I will be your host for this story at least in part, but think of me as a narrator of sorts.
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