Tale 3 13 Cemetery Street :
My name is Nina. Many years ago I was living in a small house. We bought it because nobody except us wanted a house facing a dark cemetery, full of strange statues.
I was fourteen years old and Jane had been my friend for a long time. This particular day, she came to my home to prepare homework for the English class. She was sitting next to me on the couch. I was looking at her: She had beautiful and wide black eyes, long brown
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