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, you have been hurt!"
Beatrice tried to grab Heather, but she slipped out of her hands.
"Get away from me, you sleezy hag!"
"Why must you 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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