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Chapter 23

#Chapter 23 Monster

#Chapter 23: Monster

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Nina’s eyes widened when I finally told her the truth.

“No,” she said, pacing back and forth and rubbing her head. “This isn’t real. Werewolves aren’t real. Talking

skeletons are not real!”

I sighed and stood, walking over to her.

“Look,” I said, pulling aside the torn fabric of my jeans to show her my wound. It was already healing. The torn flesh from the skeleton’s attack was rejoining without leaving so much as a scar. Even the blood disappeared.

When Nina saw my leg heal, she stumbled backwards into the wall, her chest heaving as she breathed heavily.

“I have to be dreaming,” she said. I watched quietly as she pinched her arm to try and wake herself up.

#Chapter 23 Monster

“This is real, Nina,” I said. “You’re awake.”

“Well then, I must be going insane,” she said as a tear rolled down her cheek.

I walked toward Nina and took her by

shoulders, stooping to look

the eyes.

took her hand and placed it on my chest, right over my heart so she could feel my heartbeat. She let her hand linger there for a few moments, then shuddered and

think I’m a monster, so be it,” I said. “But I won’t stop watching you, because someone

see the gears turning in her head. She shuddered again, but didn’t say anything Before

she ran out of

room.

afraid of us,” Fio

I replied out loud. “She

human, after all.”

to face the skeleton. The incantation I used on him would only last for so long before he reanimated again. Some witch must have put a spell on this skeleton, but for

foot. 1 looked down and cringed when I saw Nina’s phone on the floor, its screen cracked now. “Shit…” I whispered, stooping to pick it up. I’d

the broken phone, the skeleton was starting to twitch again. I stormed over to it and grabbed it off

one of the tables by

and

the bewitched skeleton

chuckled.

one sent me,” the

replied, tightening my grip around the skeleton’s throat.” What would an undead like

force an answer out of it. With my hand still on its neck, I reached over to

brandished the bone saw so the skeleton could see it, then began to

skeleton’s ribs. ” Your arm? Or maybe I should go big

start with a leg.”

the undead; without muscle or flesh, they were incredibly weak compared to most other supernatural beings. Becoming an undead skeleton was a punishment brought about by angering

although, some would argue that

start with a leg,” I said, lowering the bone saw to the skeleton’s femur. I let the blade graze the

skeleton cried out. “I swear no one sent me. I

the skeleton’s leg and furrowed

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