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Diary of the Dead

[125chaps only] [Completed] Death is such a simple and yet so complicated phenomenon. We spent all our lives trying to avoid death but eventually succumbing to it. But then what? Is everything over? Is it really the end as we imagine or all the stories about reincarnation, about ghosts are true? What happens when someone dies? There are many stories which end at death and some that extend beyond death. But my story... It begins at death. Hey everyone! I'm Chloe. I've recently become a ghost and I have no memories of my human life. Join me in my adventure where I discover my past and my future together. The adventure of a "Life" that exists beyond "Death." *PS: The cover picture is not mine, and I'll take it down if the original owner wants me to.* Check out my other story, "Across the Galaxy (Sci-fi)" I would like to thank AMRITA CHOUDHURY, A friend and a dear sister to me who helps me improve the grammar in the chapters. If you want to connect with me: Feel free to message me in:- 1.Discord. ID: sillymlk#8687 2. Instagram ID: @silly.mlk or @zuozhe_jiemei 3.Discord group: https://discord.gg/rJPDJQA join discord to connect with other fans

sillymlk · Horror
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125 Chs

Marge

We left the graveyard when he sun was approaching closer to the horizon. The evening busses were cancelled so we decided to stay here in Tellon Valley for the night. Margaret even invited Oliver to stay for the night. He was so thrilled that I think he may have cried. 

Margaret was really thrilled to be back in her house, even if it was just for one night. I guess home is home, no matter how many beautiful places we visit. I asked if Oliver wanted to take over the room I used when I was here, but before he could reply Margaret dismissed it.

"We are spending our night in the living room" She smirked as she revealed the bottles she was holding. "I have been saving this quality wine for a decade now. Let's drink it". Both Oliver and I cheered at that news. Ken however huffed in frustration.

"What's wrong"? That was the first thing I asked him.

"Well, she never lets me drink it" He expressed with annoyance.