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Come out-come out wherever you are. - Come back!!! – An eerie cry's broken the silence of the nocturnal cemetery. She was standing like a stone angel on the top of the vault raising her hands to the newborn moon. Her radiant white dress of the best Egyptian cotton was tearing by the insane violent wind. She cried and blood trickled from her verdant eyes.  I'll find you anywhere!!! He was hiding. He felt like a fish out of water among this tombstones, crosses and uncanny sculptures. He knew he can't hide forever. An uncanny silence's surrounded him. He should lurk only till dawn. But it's so hard. Have you ever tried to lurk in the cemetery

An obscure pitfall or I am not afraid of darkness. A young woman standing in a lift is Emmie. Actually Emily Neverborn. Ms. Neverborn is prosperous business-woman in LA, California.  Raven pouring hair, deep azure eyes and crimson voluptuous lips it's Emmie in a couple of words. She is coming back to her flat on the 26th floor of the glass castle in the center of the city from the tightened negotiations. She entered her apartment being totally exhausted. Emmie clapped her hands to switch on the light in a living room. She has just moved in so the specious room was quite "out of furniture". She liked her new flat with enormous windows from

Mirror, mirror on the wall. An ageing face was narrating from the TV screen about how he'd met the president himself and that his daughter could get dressed herself since she was 3 y.o. Fiddlesticks! He switched it off without even looking at it. The room stuck to the exquisite style was full of dim quivering light. The dusk was near. It was a pretty good time to enjoy serenity of the solitude. But not for Vincent. He was sitting in the center of the room in front of the huge mirror from floor to the ceiling staring at his own reflection. Yes, he'd met the president, long-long ago. He was a respected scientist and he'd devoted his life to t