The coffin was always sitting there, like it was bolted to the ground, reluctant to move. No matter what anybody said, no-one would go near it. “It’s haunted!” They would shout at the prospect of going too close.

But not me.

I wasn’t scared of “ghosts” in fact, I thought it was all a bunch of stupid rumors that people had created long ago to frighten their children. Nonetheless, I needed to see ...

The woods were always ominous. They stretched far beyond the fruit fields of the country. Surprisingly enough loggers had never cut it down, probably because of the horrifying history behind it. The story goes like this:

Charlotte was a very outdoorsy type of girl, and she got to go outdoors often. But life inside her home wasn’t the best. Nobody has gone into details, but we know she hated it.

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