So many people choose Haunted द्वारा the Past, Mental Hospital and Change as the ones they like to see और of so I am going to do write a chapter for each and the one out of those three people want to see और of will be the one I do first.
Flora’s p.o.v
I didn’t know where I was या what तारीख, दिनांक it was. I brushed the dirt off my dress and walked around. I was in the forest not too far from a cemetery which I found a stone that कहा Flora Marie Monroe March 1st 1993 to July 16th 2012 beloved little sister and fiancé who will be missed द्वारा all. How am I dead when I am standing right here. I looked over and saw my sister’s grave but that कहा March 1st 1993 to July 16th 2004 which would be ten years ago. I am puzzled द्वारा the two stone’s because I know for sure I’m not dead at least I think so; however, my eighteenth birthday is a complete blur and I cannot remember anything from that day. I look around and see a person, so I decide I will go ask them about the stones. When I ask the person about what happened to Flora Marie Monroe, they look like they have seen a ghost while looking at me. The stranger कहा she went missing shortly after her sixteenth birthday then reappeared on her eighteenth before vanishing, and then she was found dead a little over a साल later. I thank the person, but before I go they ask who I am because they कहा I looked familiar. I replied I’m Flora but I’m alive so that means someone else is in that grave, yet I cannot remember a thing about my eighteenth birthday. The person looked freaked and intrigued at the same time. They motioned for me to follow them after they gave me a business card that read private investigator. After a little walk, we reached their office and started to talk. I explained everything I remembered from the दिन my sister disappeared to her death to my disappearances and my “death”. I कहा I never truly got to say goodbye to my sister, but that I only got to say goodbye after they had buried her. This intrigued the private investigator the most because there is a slim possibility I was lied to and maybe my death was my sister’s real death. She कहा she wanted to continue to meet with me, but I would have to stay hidden for safety reasons. I agreed and looked at a picture she had on the दीवार that caught my eye. I felt my दिल beat rise a little bit because she was my fiancé’s mom, and I asked her are आप doing this for me, Helia या something else. She smiled before replying all three because Helia had been devastated and this might be his chance at happiness again plus I want to know if आप were lied to and is someone covering up a past mistake with this “death”. I nodded and asked so where will I stay? She thought for a moment because if I go out in public people might wonder about the past, so she कहा I will stay at her house because Helia works as a teacher at Red फव्वारा and is rarely home. Also I can keep a close eye on आप and make sure nothing happens to you. I nodded and agreed as we left to go to a house I haven’t been to since I first met the family, so this will be interesting. At least I know I’m not dead.
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Flora’s p.o.v
I didn’t know where I was या what तारीख, दिनांक it was. I brushed the dirt off my dress and walked around. I was in the forest not too far from a cemetery which I found a stone that कहा Flora Marie Monroe March 1st 1993 to July 16th 2012 beloved little sister and fiancé who will be missed द्वारा all. How am I dead when I am standing right here. I looked over and saw my sister’s grave but that कहा March 1st 1993 to July 16th 2004 which would be ten years ago. I am puzzled द्वारा the two stone’s because I know for sure I’m not dead at least I think so; however, my eighteenth birthday is a complete blur and I cannot remember anything from that day. I look around and see a person, so I decide I will go ask them about the stones. When I ask the person about what happened to Flora Marie Monroe, they look like they have seen a ghost while looking at me. The stranger कहा she went missing shortly after her sixteenth birthday then reappeared on her eighteenth before vanishing, and then she was found dead a little over a साल later. I thank the person, but before I go they ask who I am because they कहा I looked familiar. I replied I’m Flora but I’m alive so that means someone else is in that grave, yet I cannot remember a thing about my eighteenth birthday. The person looked freaked and intrigued at the same time. They motioned for me to follow them after they gave me a business card that read private investigator. After a little walk, we reached their office and started to talk. I explained everything I remembered from the दिन my sister disappeared to her death to my disappearances and my “death”. I कहा I never truly got to say goodbye to my sister, but that I only got to say goodbye after they had buried her. This intrigued the private investigator the most because there is a slim possibility I was lied to and maybe my death was my sister’s real death. She कहा she wanted to continue to meet with me, but I would have to stay hidden for safety reasons. I agreed and looked at a picture she had on the दीवार that caught my eye. I felt my दिल beat rise a little bit because she was my fiancé’s mom, and I asked her are आप doing this for me, Helia या something else. She smiled before replying all three because Helia had been devastated and this might be his chance at happiness again plus I want to know if आप were lied to and is someone covering up a past mistake with this “death”. I nodded and asked so where will I stay? She thought for a moment because if I go out in public people might wonder about the past, so she कहा I will stay at her house because Helia works as a teacher at Red फव्वारा and is rarely home. Also I can keep a close eye on आप and make sure nothing happens to you. I nodded and agreed as we left to go to a house I haven’t been to since I first met the family, so this will be interesting. At least I know I’m not dead.
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