The Ill-fated One

wouldn't be surprised to come into contact with a ghost shivering in terror at how stil

r and over the high wall. It was not long till they landed on the grassy land not t

sound of someone who just jumped over the

t on her yellow miniskirt. She wiggled the grass off her wig, her blonde Peruvian hair which was safely and securely placed on her left hand. She picked up

gh she had been running and suddenly came to a halt. She began to tiptoe to the door, tryin

skin showing figures like shadows as it moved hurriedly to her, but stopping midway after seeing a fa

stick made a loud clumping sound on the red stoep before it's owner followed behind its tracks.

cannot see you. Go back to where you're coming from and never, ever, ever come back to my house ever agai