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A ghost love

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A ghost love

 

 

 

Bouh !


 

 

Excuse me but since I became a ghost, I got used to saying " Bouh !" instead of "Hi !"...

 


 

 

I'm Aurelie. I'm 25 years old (I'd rather say "I was"...) Before my murder, I was very lucky, I missed nothing... My mother, Camille, was so lovely with me ! I was the person she loved the most in the world and she always did the best she could to make me happy.

 

Two years ago, I met my big love : Nicolas... We loved together so much ! But this didn't last a long time... Mathilde, a cruel woman, jealous of me, in love with Nicolas, decided to break my life in the middle of a dark and cold night.

 

Unfortunately, Nicolas was accused of murder. For lack of proofs, he was not put in jail but Pipotowners always considered him guilty. So when Mathilde was killed, he was the main suspect.

 

I was the only one person to know the truth and I decided to make the truth burst. Few days before my husband's trial, in the middle of the night, I visited my mother, my husband and his lawyer.

 

First I went to my mother's : I opened the window and entered her bedroom like a blow of wind. Mummy woke up all of a sudent, thrightened, shaking like a leaf... I approached her face and whispered "You have to save your son".

 

I left my petrified mother and flew (what a sensation of freedom !) to my husband's. He could not find his sleep. I sat down beside him and I think he felt my presence. During some minutes we didn't move, "looking" at each other, then I whispered "I'll help you, trust me, I know you're innocent". Before I left him, I gave him a last kiss...

 

At last I visited Nathalie, Nicolas'lawyer. I advised her to talk to the sheriff, particularly about "Prince Rupert".

 

So many secrets are hiden for a long time : about Mathilde and her incredible youth, about Nicolas, or should say "Prince Rupert", about my birth and my real and very influent father... This cannot last any more.

 

 


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