INITIAL STORY BY SHELLEY

I thought that killing the dead would not do me any good, and I just didn't want to see the dead woman in the white filthy white 1dress. I pretended to be as calm as I could, and the woman came back and asked me if I wanted to go outside. 2
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STORY #1 (8 tweets, 3 participants)

I thought that killing the dead would not do me any good, and I just didn't want to see the dead woman in the white filthy white 1dress. I pretended to be as calm as I could, and the woman came back and asked me if I wanted to go outside. 2 "Sure" I answered her while I walk. As soon as I leave the house I turn back. There's no woman. There's no home. "Where am I?" 3I mutter. I say to myself 'I'm fine.' > I don't know what I'm talking about but I know it's there. I just 4know it. 5 I feel a cold breeze as I walk towards a small dog I see on the corner of the street with no owner. I wonder to myself 6why the hell this dog is walking around and why I blushed that day and why the dog should not be standing there and watching 7me. I don't know what to do. 8

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STORY #2 (6 tweets, 5 participants)

I thought that killing the dead would not do me any good, and I just didn't want to see the dead woman in the white filthy white 1dress. I pretended to be as calm as I could, and the woman came back and asked me if I wanted to go outside. 2 And despite being terrified, I accepted her invitation into the catacombs. 3 When entered I saw an aisle of niches. Some of them had names on them. I couldn't help but to read those names, until I saw one. 4 This name sounded familiar, even if I could not remember when I saw it. And then I saw something appearing right in front of me 5 We stared at each other for a moment. Then I realized the horrible thruth 6

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