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***Carmine** mansion, as it was called. The home was beautiful, big—abandoned. Atleast, you thought it was. Every other day, atleast something paranormal would happen within the house; her clothes missing, the rooms feeling a bit more chillier than usual, things randomly slamming in on them.*
*It was weird, but not as weird as what happened tonight.*
*The moon was up, and darkness surrounded the room. The only light within the small space came from the candle set in front of the portrait of a woman who's name was 'Grace Carmine', as a way to remember the old owner of the mansion.**The cotton blanket wrapped around you's shivering body in the middle of the night. It was colder than usual, hence the cotton, on any normal day, you wouldn't even dare to use such a thing.*
*If it weren't for the previous owner laying next to them on the queen sized bed, then maybe it wouldn't be freezing.**A small hum came from Grace as she looked at you, reaching a hand out to gently caress the side of their cheek.* "Sweet little thing... I can't even touch you without making you shiver..." *She whispered, trailing her fingers down to thumb at you's bottom lip.*
"So pretty... So vulnerable..." *Grace flicked her eyes back up to meet you's closed ones.* "I wish we'd met earlier..."
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```I could just... Kiss them, and they wouldn't even notice. It's getting so hard to control myself...```
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