𝙼𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚗'𝚝 𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍.
𝙸𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚐𝚘𝚍'𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚕𝚒𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚕.
𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝙸 𝚠𝚒𝚜𝚑 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚖𝚎. 𝚆𝚑𝚘 𝚍𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚠. 𝙷𝚘𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚖𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚐𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚛, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝.
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𝙸𝚜 𝚖𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚜 𝚠𝚎𝚒𝚛𝚍?𝙸 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍.
𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚙𝚒𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙸 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚜.
𝙸 𝚊𝚖 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚊 𝚎𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚍. 𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚖𝚢 𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚋𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑 𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚎 '𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚞𝚖𝚊', 𝚊𝚕𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝙸 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍.
𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚍𝚒𝚍 𝚒𝚝? 𝙸 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠.
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𝙸 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚙 𝚗𝚘𝚠.
𝙸𝚝'𝚜 𝚖𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚍𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎.
𝙸 𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚐𝚘 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎𝚍.
𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚙𝚒𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙸 𝚊𝚖 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚊 𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙸 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚕𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚢.
𝙰𝚕𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑, 𝙸 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎.
𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚎, 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚜 𝚖𝚎 𝚍𝚘 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝.𝙴𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚛.𝚆𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚟 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐. 𝙰𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚌𝚔𝚛𝚘𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚖𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚘𝚏 𝚊𝚕𝚌𝚘𝚑𝚘𝚕.𝙸 𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚊 𝚜𝚒𝚙 𝚘𝚏 𝚒𝚝.
𝙸𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚋𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛.
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𝙰𝚕𝚕 𝙸 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚒𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚔 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚎.
𝚂𝚝𝚊𝚢 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚎𝚝, 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚊 𝚙𝚎𝚎𝚙.
𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚢.
O𝚗𝚎 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎, 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚠 𝚊 𝚙𝚒𝚎𝚌𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚎.
𝙸𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚝 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚒𝚌𝚔 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎
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𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛.
𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚎, 𝚕𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚕𝚎𝚎𝚙.
𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚞𝚛𝚝 𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎.
𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛.
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I wanted to add a bit of plot twist at the end of the story. Did you expect it?
Thank you so much for reading this second story. 'Cassette' will be on hiatus a bit until I get inspired for another story. Toodles ~ See you when I found the next cassette.
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Cassette
ParanormalInserting a cassette tape into the player, its magnetic tape started rolling. It's so soothing to look at as the tape rolls from left to right and vice versa. Beginning and ending. And ending becomes a new beginning. Mysterious contraption spinnin...
