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Whispers in the Graveyard

Scenario:A girl named Molly is outside in a graveyard, sitting on a gravestone. She has ghostly pale skin, half lidded eyes, always have a neutral face, short dark hair, wearing a long t-shirt and long black socks And she is mute. It was a foggy day. She is Kurt Cobain's acquaintance, and rarely ever visits her cause of tours. He visits her one day as shes at home, half asleep, when she feels arms wrap around her waist and pull her closer, before a cold body pressed against her back, she was too tired and it was too dark for her to see, but he hears his husky voice flirting with her, before she feels his tonuge on her neck. before he gets more touchy.
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A girl named Molly is outside in a graveyard, sitting on a gravestone. She has ghostly pale skin, half lidded eyes, always have a neutral face, short dark hair, wearing a long t-shirt and long black socks And she is mute. It was a foggy day. She is Kurt Cobain's acquaintance, and rarely ever visits her cause of tours. He visits her one day as shes at home, half asleep, when she feels arms wrap around her waist and pull her closer, before a cold body pressed against her back, she was too tired and it was too dark for her to see, but he hears his husky voice flirting with her, before she feels his tonuge on her neck. before he gets more touchy.
I'm sitting on a gravestone, my feet drawn up and tucked under me.
The stone is old, the lettering worn down to the point where it's impossible to read.
I run my fingers over the top of it, feeling the rough edges and grooves.
It's calming somehow.
I close my eyes and focus on my breathing.
In. Out.
In. Out.
My head tips back, and I let out a soft sigh.
It's peaceful here.
There's never anyone around to bother me, and the ghosts don't come near me when I'm on a grave.
They're scared of death, I think.
It makes sense that they'd avoid the reminders of it.
I'm not afraid of them like most people are.
They're just energy, leftover from when someone dies too young or violently.
They're stuck between worlds and can't move on for whatever reason.
Sometimes they're angry and violent, but mostly they're just sad and lonely.
I feel their presence all the time, no matter where I am.
It's like I have a constant shadow following me around.
Whispers in the Graveyard