Ghost Pavilion

Soft Figurine

Melin who was in a different world, her heart that was being held back with her tremors that continued to attack, made Melin's breath seem to stop.

She coiled the woman into a typical European-style room in a hurry to meet one of the students who led a fierce debate that occurred at the round table.

"He, they are all invaders and the inhabitants seem to know what we are going to do. The members always decide we don't have to continue the mission."

"Den, our real goal is to prove them, our association is very important to our progress."

"But don't do it! Or we won't survive."

The woman stood staring with the liquid mixed with the ground continuing to drip out until it soaked the floor.

"Look!"

One of his hands pointed me to a wall, with a different color of paint. Melin's pair of eyes were shocked to see them with an extremely fierce debate. So before the hotel was built, this was a sacred house that performed monthly treats and tumbals.

The woman pulled him to hide, but they had all found their hiding place. "May you change your mind" said one of the men to those still hugging.

"Mas. What should we do."

All the men pulled them and beat them unconscious.

I started to see the real creepy incident being*****, from what he was going to show.

All the men opened a room and put them in it. That door was closed. They lock until they glue the cement mixed with bricks.

"Don't they still live!" melin shouted, as if asking not to bury a living human into the sinkhole.

As usual Melin, yelled and froze until the grains of sweat continued to wet her body because what she saw was very creepy.

His heavily tangled skin was wrinkled with visible bones. Obviously they died because they ran out of air in the warehouse, which had been covered with sand mixed with cement to remove their tracks, preventing dismantling the cruel treatment of the invaders.

"Fring.kring..."

The clattering sound from the drip princess carriage or whatever I heard coming back, made my aura of home very creepy.

Only then did Melin realize, she was back in their world. The princess with her pale face showed her sharp gaze in red staring at the curled woman by extending out one of her hands.

"Go." the figure asked Melin, not to interfere.

The woman quickly left her room. It seems like he always gets protection from the princess.

But Melin saw, that figure didn't want her to help me. Melin doesn't want them to do anything with me.

"Go away." the figure asked Melin back, not interfering with the spooky yell.

The woman quickly left her room. It seems like he always gets protection from the princess.

But Melin saw, that figure didn't want her to help me. Melin did not want them to do anything with my habit of wanting to help, even though she was in another realm.

I stood in my fear. Against those who always come and turn to disturb me with their stories that I want to write.

"You, princess or whatever I don't want to know. Never help me in anything. I don't have a debt of gratitude with you guys, so go!" said the figure spoke to Melin's body.

"I just want to know why one of the rooms should not be occupied, why every one of them who comes is always a terrible accident" Melin said following the softness, the distance of 10 kilos but turned to face Melin only with a neck that advanced like a long one approached but his body was at a distance of 10 km.

Ssst!! Go ...

TB