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Post by Sabrina St. Clare on Oct 30, 2006 21:56:17 GMT -5
Sabrina was feeling a bit confused about everything that was going on around her--Elle's trial, Natalie's mysterious powers, and her own impending death. She decided she wanted to be alone somewhere, so she went into the second floor girls' bathroom, the one no one ever went into because it was haunted. She only hoped the ghost would leave her alone...
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Post by Moaning Myrtle on Oct 31, 2006 2:08:57 GMT -5
Myrtle was floating through the walls of her bathroom, she was concentrating on what it felt like, if anything, to go through the wood or stone. She couldn't remember what feeling felt like. it made her so miserable. She walked right through a girl, and it sent a shiver down the girls spine.
"Serves you right! I hope it felt enjoyable because it's more than what I got!" she said wailing.
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Post by Sabrina St. Clare on Oct 31, 2006 23:39:15 GMT -5
Sabrina let out a startled gasp as Myrtle passed through her. She felt icy cold inside, and she shivered violently. When she glimpsed Myrtle hovering above her, she relaxed a little. "Oh, hi, Myrtle," she said.
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Post by Moaning Myrtle on Nov 1, 2006 4:03:02 GMT -5
"Hello yourself! hmph!" Said Myrtle as she floated again slowly through a stall wall, stopping half way through to see if it 'felt' any different.
"You living sicken me! you've got no right to be thinking of dying! not when your selfishly alive!" she said flicking through the rest of the wall.
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Post by Sabrina St. Clare on Nov 1, 2006 23:35:01 GMT -5
"How did you know I was thinking about death?" Sabrina asked, looking up at Myrtle. She wondered if she would become a ghost, like Myrtle, when she died.
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Post by Moaning Myrtle on Nov 2, 2006 3:01:51 GMT -5
"Believe you me, I can tell!" Myrtle leaned through the wall of the stall and said cheerfully "We can sense it, it's the closest thing to feeling we have! And if I were you, I'd forget about lingering, I can't leave, I didn't and don't feel like I'm done here yet, but I'm stuck haunting a toilet!" her voice became angry and her skin flushed a darker blue.
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Post by Sabrina St. Clare on Nov 2, 2006 23:25:35 GMT -5
"Well, I'm sorry about that, Myrtle," Sabrina said. "It must be pretty lonely having to spend all your time in a toilet. But... can you tell me.. what was it like when you died? Did it hurt?"
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