Summary: I try to open the door, to see if anything exists out of this tiny cubicle-world, but my hand passes through the wood. The skin is grey and dusty and I can see through it. I can see through my hand. I must be dreaming.
Moaning Myrtle comes to terms with her death.
Ratings: 3rd-5th Years [ - ]
Category: Dark/Angsty Fics
Characters: None
Warnings: Character Death
Challenge: Serie: None
Chapters: 1
Completed?: Yes
Wordcount: 1004
Viewcount: 911
Published on: 12/28/12
Updated On: 01/01/13