"Mama?"
"Yes, dear?"
"Why do I not have a papa?"
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I felt as though I endured the lectures off my mother for the past thirty minutes.
Usually I would have blocked her out while I decided on what to wear for the rest of the week.
However, that day she was extra persistent and I had woken up in a fairly crappy mood.
"You need to find a husband, Cassie!" My mother ranted.
She always had her mind set in the past.
The brunette woman in front of me was the complete opposite of myself. Her skin was tanned, while mine was light porcelain, her hair was short, while mine went down past the small of my back but the most noticeable difference is our eye colour. Her eyes are a deep brown, where mine are bright, vibrant blue with flecks
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Willows weekend silently, hanging over tombs and angels. The moon was the only light source, giving it an eery feeling to the already scary graveyard. A chill ran up my spine thinking of all the possible ways I could die tonight, joining everyone else here.
Zombies.
Vampires.
Werewolves.
Pixies.
All in which are not real. I am a twenty five year old, there is no such thing as supernatural creatures that hide under your bed. Folk lore that are exaggerated to scare little children into behaving. I was never susceptible to that nonsense.
Until now.
Now, I'm terrified.
Ok, ego up! I could probably take on anyone who tried to kill me. Yeah, I've watched enough Supernatural to know how to kill evil beings.
One way is to call Sam and Dean.
Yep, that's the only way that I could possibly come out of an episode of Supernatural alive.
Ignoring my hesitation, I chose to begin walking to my father's grave. I always feel protected there.
The grave was just a few steps away before I heard moaning. The zombie kind, not the one you were thinking of.
My eyes widened as I began asking myself what I should do.
What's the worse that could happen if I just checked it out?
You could die?
True... Screw it! I don't care! Let curiosity kill