Not Mince Words
[ To say that Heather sounds scared is an understatement. She has dealt with monsters twice her size, demons from hell and even worse... humans willing to use and backstab her at every turn. But the idea of a ghost, the thought of someone dead walking again terrifies her and as she speaks her voice quivers with an uncharacteristic fear. ]
I don't like gh▒▒▒▒
Any▒▒▒▒▒ else is okay... But not ghosts. Can't ▒▒▒▒▒ or hit ▒▒▒▒▒▒
This is ▒▒ stupid. What if ▒ ▒▒▒ Dad... can that ▒▒ppen?
[ She shivers and gasps, shaking that thought from her head. ]
Whatev▒▒... Who am I kid▒▒▒▒ this is ▒▒▒▒ another game ▒▒▒▒ place plays.
Just when ▒▒▒▒▒▒ were go▒▒▒ well.
I don't like gh▒▒▒▒
Any▒▒▒▒▒ else is okay... But not ghosts. Can't ▒▒▒▒▒ or hit ▒▒▒▒▒▒
This is ▒▒ stupid. What if ▒ ▒▒▒ Dad... can that ▒▒ppen?
[ She shivers and gasps, shaking that thought from her head. ]
Whatev▒▒... Who am I kid▒▒▒▒ this is ▒▒▒▒ another game ▒▒▒▒ place plays.
Just when ▒▒▒▒▒▒ were go▒▒▒ well.