It got quite boring after a while, hanging around all these mirrors, waiting for someone to call. This afterlife business wasn’t all it was cracked up to be, that was for sure. She sometimes wondered if death—the other side, Elysium, beyond the veil, heaven, hell, purgatory, the underworld, whatever—was like this for everyone. But that couldn’t be—after all, in all these years she’d spent running from mirror to mirror whenever she was summoned, she’d never run into anyone else.
The first time she heard her name, she’d thought it was him, the last voice she’d ever heard. She went running, hoping that it was, so that she could have her revenge. It wasn’t him, though—it was some total strangers, people she didn’t know and had never seen before.
So she waited.
In those early days after her death, whenever she heard her name, she thought that, if it wasn’t him…
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Fictionspawn 
Thanks for the beautiful nightmares I’ll have tonight.
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Bloody mary bloody mary bloody mary 😀 You’re welcome;)
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Where’s my Kukalaka?! *whimper*
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Nice share. Totally creepy.
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I thought you’d like like it, yes:)
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Ooh i’m gonna pop over to read the rest of that, ta!
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👍
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What a beautiful nightmare. That Bloody Mary, she is quite contrary.
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So scary 😨.
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Sure is:)
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