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Behind me I heard a whuff of breath and I spun around, but there was nothing. The scratching started again, this time to my right. I suppressed the urge to look when something grabbed me and covered my mouth. The hand reeked of petrol and smoke, and I chocked as I tried to breathe. I felt hot breath curl its way around my ear and leave it cold in the frosty air. i tried to scream, but only muffled sounds came from my deep in my throat. I gathered all my strength and with all my might, I broke the person's hold around me. I turned sharply to see who this was.
"Oh my God!" I shouted. "I thought you were dead!"
"Jesus Abby, chill for a minute," he said "I'm not trying to hurt you."
Hurting me was no longer my concern, why I was seeing & talking to my dead boyfriend was.
If you are in the states, have a wonderful Thanksgiving. Have a great weekend everyone!!