Twelve hours that morning, Sheila went upstairs to clean up the bed and clean the bedroom but the bed was set up, the bedroom mat looked like she was raised up with a great niu, and all the perfume bottles on the makeup locker. The usual place.
The two soft cardboard Frank dropped off by bed were also placed on the bookstore in the living room.
Sheila has to go to our front door for a cold air to stop herself from shaking.
Halloween ghost don’t mess with me i get paid to stab people with sharp objects moon shirt, hoodie, tank top, sweater
“There’s a reasonable explanation for this,” she’s mumbling herself, “You’ve worked too hard and don’t remember doing all this home because it’s a habit.”
Mrs. White, the elderly neighbor was passing by when she walked her dog and asked Sheila if everything was okay.
“Yes, well, Mrs. White, just get some rest.”
“You’re up early this morning, aren’t you?” Mrs. White said.
“Seeing you washing off- I only saw your hands for my fence, I had to cut down.”
“What does it wash?” Sheila thinks, and the old neighbors smile and move on.
Sheila walks into her backyard and has a shirt and a towel.
You know you didn’t wash anything.
Is there anyone else in the house doing all this?
You walk from room to room and you don’t see anyone.
At seven and a half in the morning, Frank went to work and Sheila was in bed. It’s still dark outside.
You look up at the ceiling, thinking about all the strange things going on, and you think you saw a shadow with the form of feminine floating in your bed.
822s I’m here to help you, 82211; a woman’s voice is quiet.
Sheila jumped out of bed and turned on the light.
There’s no one there.
Sheila wears clothes and goes to the kitchen to make a cup of tea, and she sees the light coming out of some kind of hallway.
You turn around and see a light with the blue lights floating on the threshold of the kitchen.
That woman’s voice is up again.
She said, “Sheila, I’m here to help you, I’ll cook and clean it up for you if you want, and I’ll make the young faces again.”
Oh! Sheila pulls herself back, “Who are you?”
In fact, my life was cut short at 18, but Sheila, I want to live inside you.
“We can be one, and you’ll be an old 18, let me live in the flesh again, please!”
You walk half a mile to Joan’s sister, and Joan go back to the house with her, but the ghosts don’t see it.
That night, when Sheila went to bed, she felt something pulled her out of her body and carried her down the road to the Flaybrick Cemetery to some grave.