She liked waking up to the warm feeling of the sun on her face, she always did like the sun and hated it when her "friends"(who claimed to know her oh-so-well) his themselves from the sun because they'd become a shade or two darker- such silly things some girls worried about...like, for instance, the house across the street...so it was abandoned, that does not mean its haunted....right? But then again, what stops it from being haunted?
She always saw things from every angle possible...so she went out with her coffee, sat on the ledge of her balcony and tried to find a sign of life in the old, poorly maintained home of "spirits”. She was in a very strange mood today, looking at the house she realized that she had never really considered the existence of these so called ghosts, that’s hardly fair, she had not even considered that as an option...so, if she believed that ghosts did exist, and there was an afterlife...so what? Would she go around scaring people just for the sake of it? That’s not the type of person she was, but what about a person who does really enjoy that...then what? Yes, they'd probably scare people...but would some stupid human realize in the end that that is indeed the way of life? Or after life? Why is it so hard for humans to grasp things and let go of their old beliefs, which brings me to what she believed in, why was it so hard for anyone to accept the idea that they would cease to exist, that that was it...you lived and now you are dead...there is no after life, no spirits, no heaven or hell...it’s the ultimate end and there is nothing beyond it...
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