My Grandma had always told me that our family had a gift. That no matter where we went we could see what most other people couldn’t. My Mum had made sure we didn’t visit Grandma too often. After the one time she’d taken me on a ‘holiday’ to the local graveyard to go and see her dead mother, and locked me inside the crypt, my Mum had vowed never to let me see her ever again.
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