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My family used to reside in a wonderful old farmhouse when my sister Betsy and I were kids. We enjoyed exploring its dusty corners and climbing the backyard apple tree. The ghost, on the other hand, was our favourite part. We dubbed her Mother since she appeared to be so sweet and caring. Some mornings, Betsy and I would wake up to find a cup that hadn't been there the night before on each of our nightstands. Mother had left them there because she was concerned that we would become thirsty during the night. She only wanted to look after us.
An ancient wooden chair was among the home's original furnishings, which we preserved against the living room's back wall. Mother would nudge that chair forward, across the room, toward us whenever we were preoccupied, watching TV or playing a game. She'd occasionally be able to get it all the way to the centre of the room. Putting it back against the wall was always a sorrowful experience for us. Mother only desired to be with us. I discovered an old newspaper article about the farmhouse's original occupant, a widow, years later, long after we'd moved out. She'd poisoned her two children before bedtime by giving them each a cup of poisoned milk. She then committed suicide by hanging herself.
A photo of the farmhouse's living room with a woman's body hanging from a beam was published in the report. That old wooden chair, located exactly in the centre of the room, was toppled over beneath her.
Is it just me, or has it gotten colder in here?
2.Seeing The Red:
Isn't it true that everyone looks forward to the first day of school? New year, new classes, and new acquaintances. It's a day full of possibility and optimism, before the drab depressions of reality arrive to wreck everything. However, I enjoy the first day of school for a different reason. I have some sort of power, you see. I can...sense an aura about people when I gaze at them. A coloured outline dependent on the person's life expectancy. Most people my age are encircled by a solid green hue, indicating that they have plenty of time left. A lot of them have a yellow-orangeish tinge to their auras, which usually indicates a car accident or another tragedy.
Anything that puts individuals "ahead of their time," as the saying goes. But it's when the auras reach the red end of the spectrum that things get really interesting. I occasionally come across someone who is essentially a walking stoplight. Those are the people who are murdered or commit suicide. It's a rush to see them and realise their time is running out. With that in mind, I always arrive early to class to scout out the destinies of my classmates. The first child that walked in was basically radiating the red. I laughed quietly to myself. That's too awful, bro. However, as more people entered, they all exuded the same tremendous glow. I finally caught a sight of myself in the window's rose-tinted reflection, but I was too astonished to move.Our professor entered and shut the door behind him, his aura a terrible hue of green.
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