The new day
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It was the middle of the night. When Bianca saw a bright light illuminating around a sillohuette of a female figure. Again something that isn't real. She wondered if she even existed in the first place, she didn't want to make fun of herself again. Not after what happened the last time. The thing she thought she saw was never existed at the first place, it was her imagination, or so she thought. Other was convinced that she had gone crazy. maybe that was true. The part where everyone thought that she was insane. She dreaded that the part where she sees things like these to be real. They couldn't be, just stories and folklore, that is it. Nothing more than that.
The figure disappear, she had sworned that she saw wings on it, crimson wings. The figure flew somewhere up towrds her attic? Or so she thougth. It was weird? Why did she always kept thinking that whatever lurked into the shadows always came for her? She couldm't be that important or was she?
Bianca tried not to dwell on it and then wanted to forget about it and sleep for the night. She just hoped she would survive until the next day.
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