Author's Note and Prolouge

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Myriad, it's a fairly sophisticated connotation for 'Many'. The word is derived from the Latin word Myriad, meaning 10 000 from the 16th century. Which was derived from Greek Literature, murias, muriad. (Google dictionary, [Myr-i-ad]) 

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Janet's old but kind smile would be reassuring to everyone. Though she has a tale of horror, most would call it untrue. The reason you're here is because you wish to hear her tale, so listen, and learn, things are never as they seem in the world of horror. 

Janet sits calmly in her living room every night, deep in thought about her past while doing the activity she deemed suitable for the night. Her aura is calm, as usual. Unfortunately, upon having the tale being brought up, the air around her seems to thicken and her visage becomes dark. Consider yourself lucky, you're the person she's telling her tale to. 

Listen close,
Listen in. 
Janet is going to tell a tale of sin. 
Be wary who you talk to, 
They may just play you like a violin. 
You hear music as you win, 
But that doesn't mean you're safe. 
For just as you turn the corner, 
Just as you think you're free, 
You hear her laugh shake your bones, 
Because your misery is her glee. 

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Author's Note: 

I'm glad this moment has finally arrived, the hours in between getting to upload this short but toxic prologue felt like days. 

This story I'm hoping to make you readers on the edge of your seats. 

CarlSn

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