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Unknown Identity


"Don't let imagination or dreams fool you."


Wandering through the graveyard it felt like something was watching me. A shrill cry suddenly echoed in the mist and then icy fingers gripped my arm in the darkness. I turned around in fear, and there was nothing. Nothing except for footsteps that ran away from my stance and suddenly ended. I continued to look for the grave of Ernest A. Brites. My head ached with every step and then, at last, I found it. Slowly but carefully, I traced the letters of his name and then stepped back. The grave slid to the left and a staircase was presented. I walked down the staircase and entered a bare, concrete room as the grave slid back into place. "Show yourself," I said. Three people appeared: a man and two women.

“Welcome!” They all said in sync.