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Death Of Zoe March

it had started to rain on the night that she first decided to make her way onto a graveyard scene for it was none other but Halloween a black cat pranced passed her view she didn't know what to do so like a fool she took a risk going into a nearby crypt features were in her eyes as if a fake disguise wearing a black dress as if gothic apparel while inside she wept forgetting the things she missed suddely a knock came at the door lest it was a bore a hand was extended toward her back almost giving her a heart attack for it was the beloved care taker inspecting the situation before he left Zoe had confessed she needed to be alone in her solace for their she remained an an hour had passed this time a figure came toward her with piercing eyes and teeth grabbing her by the neck and soon she would forget after making a feast of the fare lady Zoe the figure had left blood masquerade every where she was no more police in the early morning were summoned to sort out the great mess left as if road kill her remains brought none the thrill all the authories saw was a lone black cat walking back and forth nothing short of a homicide her fate was sealed grizzly allegations of a murderer for hire even blamed it on the care taker but many years latter we all read in the paper the creature in question was at it again with long hanging fangs that bite this time it wasn't in the night to fright but in the day a farmer went out to barrel some hay the creature went straight for his neck but the farmer said, "What the heck"? put his pitch fork through the vain beings eyes and to his surprise the creature just died. Scientists inspected the evidence of the carcus and realized it wasn't from this world Zoe didn't die in vain she was just out living her life game

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