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I never believed in ghosts from tales, or vampires, werewolves and witches, all was fantasy, never close to reality, never close to the ones I knew.
Old town, isn't it? I like old towns. Filled with souls, dead or alive, some folks even lack them but that's another story. Have these hands done enough? I think they have, haven't they? My mark has been left all over this place and yet none of you seem to notice, what a shame, but perhaps for the better.
What about you, friend? Ever left your signature on this wretched land? Some say it won't matter once we are all dead and gone, or as gone as you can be, sometimes the afterlife doesn't want people like us. Truth be told, I would rather leave proof that I have been here for as long as this world exists, carpe diem, isn't it true? Call me a maniac, wouldn't make you the first one, but until this world fades out my memory shall live or so I plan it to.
Dear friend, pour me a glass of wine if you will, perhaps you would like to join me and the ghouls as what we know ceases to exist.