Glass ghost! By Greta

The rain cackled through a cracked window. The glass ghost’s dark, cutout eyes, which were shaped like shiny marbles, searched through creaky doors and windows. Her transparent, cracked glass skin shattered through walls. Shattered, then reformed. Shattered then reformed. Shattered then reformed. She was searching for her menacing sister. She was the reason she was dead.

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