I think I'm a...

It was a few days before Grim and my mother came out the bedroom, she had a few bruises I noticed. It was then that I asked Grim about my pysicall being.

"I have not as yet clamed you to the other side." He replied as if it made all the sense in the world while eying my mother. I tried muddling it out in my head but it I could not for the ddeath of me make sense of it. But seeing as he was coming to his bearings around my motther I could not ask him, it seemed a bit too rude...

The best possibal theory that I could come up with myself, using the internet, was that I was a ghost, a member of the living dead. Maybe I should make myself a vampire! I would suck the blood of unknowing hummans while they slept, but the blood would just dribble out the wound in my chest. That was probally another questionn I should ask Grim, if it would heal. Although the vampire thing was a suggestion...

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