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Everything about her was a lie

 Everything about her was a lie. At least, that’s what common sense told me.

There was absolutely no way that this woman was real. 


Her red hair flowed in the wind looking more like fire than the actual flames that devoured the structure of the house that surrounded us. Her porcelain skin reflected the flames as she reached her dainty hand out to me, silently telling me to grab onto her blood-stained flesh. Her eyes, though empty sockets, filled me with what I can only describe as an intense sense of peace.


Something had to be wrong here. My skeptic brain screamed at me as I reached out and allowed her to wrap her deathly cold fingers around my hand and pull me effortlessly out of the rubble that had trapped me for so long that I’d started losing feeling in my feet.


“Who-” I had so many questions for this strangely beautiful woman whom I now owed my life to.


She smiled a truly chilling smile, her red-painted lips curling up to reveal gnarled teeth that would be any dentist’s nightmare.


Then, she was gone, leaving only the chill from her touch lingering on my hand for way longer than what seemed possible.


“Over here! I heard a voice! There’s a survivor!” Rustling and voices started moving towards me, and my heart lept to my throat.


“I-I’m here! I’m here!” I called out as loud as I could to lead them to me.
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