The boy huffed as he put his pen to the paper. Nothing seemed to be producing from his mind and his pen uselessly tapped against the paper. Looking down at the blank paper, he noticed that in fact the page was not blank. On it, in deep black ink, read:
The boy cocked his head. He was sure this page was blank when he got it out of his pack. He pressed his finger over the ink, and looked over the tip of his finger. It was black, soaked in the ink. But he had not just written that Hello. Curiously, the boy wrote underneath this strange writing.
Hi. Who are you?
At first nothing happened and the boy thought he was just being silly. But then a mark showed on the paper and writing was appearing as if someone was sitting where he was, with a ink pen, and writing it freely.
Now, still in all capital letter's and with the thick black ink, it wrote.
MY NAME IS CHELSEA. WHAT IS YOUR NAME?
The boy quickly wrote his name:
With this, the boy wrote:
How are you doing this?
I AM DEAD. I CAN DO ANYTHING I WANT.
Fear gripped young Steven and he felt the temperature in his small room drop. Taking a deep breath Steven wrote a well thought out question that was pressed against his lungs.
Are you going to hurt me?
YOUR DEATH WILL BE PAINLESS.
The room was empty. The air was stiff. The page was blank.
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