Back and forth. Back and forth. I rock as I have my hands covering my ears. Hot tears trail down my face as she continues to taunt me, over and over again. She laughs and dances around the room, her white gown covered in blood. She picks up a soiled sweater on the floor and uses it as a dancing partner humming a slow tune, then she suddenly stops. She slowly turns to me and her grin. "Your next Gracey!" I scream as more tears roll down my face. My grandmother bursts in the room and rushed towards me. "Grace what's wrong?!" Worry evident in her voice. "Make her stop. She won't stop." "Make who stop?" She says gently. "Her!" I point in the direction of her grinning from ear to ear facing around the two bodies. "Grace..." She says softly. "There is no one there."
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