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 Posted: Sat Feb 13, 2010 11:11 am
Introduction
All my life I remember seeing ghosts. Only few have this “gift”. But to me it’s all a curse. Usually this power is locked away until you are ready. By the time you are four you start seeing things no ordinary human can. I didn’t know what they were. What they wanted. I was scared of them terribly so. But that day it happened I was afraid of myself.
I can remember it all too clearly almost as if it had happened yesterday, not eight years ago. I can never forget that day. It still haunts me in my dreams. My mother and fathers sad death, that day all I saw was blood, red, wet, gushing blood. Everyone says it was an accident. But they’re wrong. If you look at it one way it was an accident. I didn’t know. I didn’t intent to kill anyone. But in another it wasn’t.
Don’t read this if you deny things you can’t see. I see the unseen. I see more then you could ever imagine. This is my story. The story of the twelve year old “murderer”, my name is Senna, Senna Frost.
Please tell me what you think about it. Thanks
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Posted: Sat Feb 13, 2010 4:13 pm
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Posted: Sun Feb 14, 2010 8:48 am
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