Dream
"Heather...Heather....my child, wake up!" Heather woke up, in a cemetary. "Oh gracious, my child, you've woken up!".
"wh, who are you?"
"Why my child, I am your great great great great great great grandmother, Beatrice Thorn!".
Heather stared at the woman for minute, like she was crazy.
"Please, my child! Come here, u have been hurt!"
Beatrice tried to grab Heather, but she slipped out of her hands.
"Get away from me, u sleezy hag!"
"Why must u act like this!? So crude, so...so...ugh!" Beatrice grabbed Heather and threw her down a hole, a dug grave that was awaiting.
"Oh...my poor Damien....how...
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