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"How can you help me if you don’t believe me?"

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chrisshifty 

   winter struck hard in philadelphia. everyone was either rushing      to get inside their homes or any other place that didn't offer the bitter      cold. the wind was blowing past, not harshly, as it was accompanied      with snowfall.

his mother was hesitant to allow the boy outside,  but cole convinced her he was going to meet up with another friend of his outside. 

   with her approval, he left, bundled in his warm hat and coat, then sat    on one of the benches near the front of his home. honestly, there was    no friend he planned to meet up with -- as long as he'd get an excuse    to stay outside for a while, he can't complain. it was no question if he    had to choose between malevolent apparitions or almost subzero    temperatures. 

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Dial-up sound (700% slower)

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justawrxter

ignorance is bliss but it was what most take for granted. ghosts  were fascinating things to those who couldn't see them, yet some  seek them out, unhindered. they should be lucky to be saved from  bearing witness of all the horrifying imagery: wounds festering, blood  seeping, SCREAMS PIERCING. most spirits who failed to pass  on were BETTER LEFT ALONE & cole knew that. it was the very reason  he hid away in one of the pews of the large church near his home.

the place of holy sigil failed to bid away all entities of the afterlife, even with the child's incantation, but he continues to do so.

it wasn't the man who sat on the end of a pew across from him that prompted him to quicken his reciting, but a distraught figure that went unnoticed near the altar.                           "De profundis clamo ad te domine.                  De profundis clamo ad te domine." 

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like this for a starter. .. or just any type of starter. you could specify if you’d want young cole or not?

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like this for an older cole starter. .. or just any type of starter. you could specify if you'd want young cole or not?

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greatandsuddenchanges

he's wary of stepping inside. while he often gets chills from the undead spirits roaming around, this situation called for a different set of uneasiness all on its own. 

                          that was when a shadow loomed over his stature                           and the youth swiveled around, glad it was not                           someone dead, but also surprised of someone                           catching him. 

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he seems very willing to GUARD the door, & within good reason, too. none of which would (literally) be visible to the other. 

             ❛ don't open it!                       -- please. ❜ 

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   'you're --! y-..'

it takes him time to regain his voice. he thought he'd seen it all with the spirits he encountered, but the oddities only escalated from there. for some reason, RED was the most welcoming figure he felt comfortable around --  & that was when she was inanimate. now, he was just trying to comprehend all of this. though she was more gentle than he imagined her to be.

    her assurance helped slightly, but the liveliness arising in the     background had grown so loud for him to calm down.

            'how is this possible? how are you ... alive?'              as she said his name, another revelation dawned on him.              'you did listen to everything i told you.'

               many people during the day would come to her podium where she stood to          take in information. generally, people wouldn’t pay much attention to her, and she would          would stand frozen the entire day until nightfall, and spend her night there, sitting. that          was how it was until this little boy named Cole started treating her like a real person, and          and spoke to her as if she was alive.

                              ( he forgot to leave this night. )

             ‘ no need to fear mister cole!!                i promise you are not crazy                nor dreaming! i know it seems                ..unbelievable. we won’t harm                you, young one. ‘

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The Sixth Sense (1999)

The color red is intentionally absent from most of the film, but is used prominently in a few isolated shots for “anything in the real world that has been tainted by the other world” and “to connote really explosively emotional moments and situations”.

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itscrimetime

  ' are.. you new here? ' there is a hesitance in his voice,      as if awaiting the snap that was bound to occur. it's what      happens with most of the kids he comes to know;     they      label him as a freak and continue to label him as such while avoiding him.       surely he has a chance to make at least one friend that     would be comfortable talking to him. 

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Also a song that’s pretty rad. If you haven’t heard of Tally Hall, check them out.

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esquiier

has that telephone booth ALWAYS been here? cole questions the multiple times he passes this street -- that being DAILY -- and does not recall a single moment this booth appeared. curiously he reaches a hand out to touch its doors, but was startled as it opened and an older boy stepped out. 

��           ' um, was.. that phone booth always here? '

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ofgriimm

  the museum was to be cole's newest safe haven. despite it being about the past and consisted of dead historical, or sometimes non-existent, figures, not many intimidating apparitions lingered. he did not realize how long he stayed inside this particular museum though, since some of its lights started to shut off.

        'h-- hey..!' he arose from one of the benches, accidentally falling asleep after 'chatting'  a little red hood figurine. ( it was a one-sided conversation, but it sufficed for cole. ) as he was about to leave, moving figures began to intervene. a giant dinosaur causing the floor to shake and various flying birds soaring overhead. he stepped back, stunned by this sudden revelation, until bumping into someone else behind him. 

             he turned around. his eyes widened seeing it was the very figure he spoke with earlier -- though there was life in her eyes, movements from her body. what was going on? was he going crazy? was this all a dream??

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unconventions

he looks up at him, curious. there isn't an obvious expression of how he feels about this man, but if the older gentleman WAS who he claimed to be, he would be visibly happy. cole found it  appropriate to ask:

            ' so, you CAN see them? this place was a burial               ground for all the spirits of criminals on death row. '

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doctoriism

at first he doesn't move, but his eyes follow the man. it looked as if he was going to pass by, which cole strongly hoped for, but felt a bit uneasy once their gazes met. no harsh gestures were conveyed -- probably that was a lucky sign -- but one can never anticipate what THEY were bound to do.

                    he can't bring himself to speak; it was the same                     reaction he gives with all those who have PASSED.

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mxdiium

like to the beat of a metronome, his steps were rhythmic. they followed a pattern which only quickened with haste. he didn't want to look behind him, didn't want to face what unnerving threat caused the hairs on the nape of his neck to raise -- it was terrible. sometimes they were nice, living in that sweet bliss of ignorance OF THEIR UNFORTUNATE FATE, but other times they were harsh & FILLED WITH ABSOLUTE SPITE that frightened the youth.

         cole wasn't thinking properly - the only thing prominent in his mind          was to RUN, RUN, RUN. he darted the corner at the end of the          block but collided with someone else in the process. 

               'sorry, sorry-- i'm so sorry.' his voice was panicked.