You are reading: Our Spirit Lives on, a Halloween Special, by cloud82.
It was October. 31, 1669.
My mother was sent to go on an expedition out in the desert. I walked her to the airport, said our good byes.
She hopped on the camel, and left.
I was all alone. Nobody to care for me. But mother had to go. To make some money.
As I walk home in the dark, I felt like I was being followed.
I arrive home, and tried to get some rest.
I heard a faint voice from underneath the tables. “shes dead”
I wad attacked,
I was scared
One of them.
We are one, a group of one.
And we romed the streets of Fantage like never before.
And to this day,
Our spirit lives on.