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Can someone tell me what I did wrong? Wiki keeps saying i'm uploading blacklisted content but i have no idea what i'md oing wrong. You can read the original write below. Thanks in andvance for the help.



 - My English is not the best, i will check and edit regularly for typo's but feel free to make corrections if you find any typing errors. I hope you can enjoy this story, it's one that was told to me when i was a child and i translated it into English.-



 Marion was a young girl around the age of 16. She had a brother, Mark, one year older than her but he had to double class so he was stuck with his sister. But they had a strong bond with one another unlike most brothers and sisters. Ever since father died, they learned to appreciate family much more.





   It was sunday in the evening and both kids were preparing their bags for the school trip tomorrow. They would visit the old local graveyard. They would learn a bit more about the history of their town.



 It was february, and the winter was quite harsh. Luckily for Marion and Mark, school was right around the corner. Once there, the entire class gathered at the gates, so the teacher could count heads before their cold march to the graveyard. The graveyard was only a couple of blocks away from school so they went on foot.



 The cemetary gates made an eerily creaking sound everytime the wind blew harshly. It was quite decrepit because of it's age and it was badly maintained. Most of the tombstones were cracked, broken even vandalized. The graveyard excisted of a straight pathway leading upwards from the gates to a round shaped center with a statue of a guardian angel with a lantern. Angels who would guide the dead towards the afterlife. Basicly the cemetary was more of a hill. Behind the statue, that's where the lines of tombstones started, rows after rows and rows of dead people.



 Upon arriving at the center, the teacher explained that this graveyard is in disrepair because it will soon be building ground for appartments and a new site for burials had been placed on the other side of town. So this was one of the last opportunities to find some history here, before it gets buried under dirt and rubble.



 The class was divided into groups of 2. Each duo was given aluminium foil. The task of each group was to pick a tombstone and make an imprint of it using that foil. After this the class would use the imprint to create a project around the person that was buried there.

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<p class="MsoNormal"> Marion was teamed up with "witchgirl" Tabitha. They called her witchgirl because Tabitha's mother believed in the supernatural and did tarot's. When she came to school for parent contacts she would always talk about prophecies and magic having a bad influence on her little girl. Like mother, like daughter, Tabitha was just as superstitious as her mother. Marion didn't really mind, Tabitha always did her best for school so she could do all the work while Marion enjoyed not being in class. It was worth the cold.

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<p class="MsoNormal"> Mark was teamed with John. They were good friends and they were more concerend with rolling a blunt a bit down the hill than making an imprint of some person who lived who knows how many years ago.

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<p class="MsoNormal"> Tabitha stormed towards a gravestone a few rows downhill. She called Marion and was overexcited, it freaked Marion out. Tabitha thought this would be an interesting person to work on during the project. Marion took a closer look at the tombstone. It was cracked and had moss on it, and the stone had a greenish color. But you could still read the information if you took your time.

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<p class="MsoNormal"> " Abigail Forstner"

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<p class="MsoNormal"> ° 1892

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<p class="MsoNormal"> † 1919

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<p class="MsoNormal"> " Now you shall no longer feel cold."

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<p class="MsoNormal"> "May you find peace in death as you could not in life dear daughter."

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<p class="MsoNormal"> "She was only 27", said Marion, "that's terrible. "Do you think she died from a harsh winter or so?" Tabitha looked at her and replied in a creepy excited way: "Could be, let's take that imprint and we can look up all the info tomorrow to find out how she died. Isn't this exciting?" Marion was not sure she shared the same excitement. In fact she felt quite uncomfortable for no apparent reason. Marion removed her gloves and placed them carefully on the top of the tombstone. These were no ordinary gloves. Her aunt made these for her. Her aunt worked as a seamstress. She had made thich leather gloves filled with wool. Marion loved the cracking sound the leather made as she pulled her gloves over her hands. They bother place the aluminium foil against the cold stone and pressed it. After a few minutes they had taken a perfect aluminium copy of the tombstone.

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<p class="MsoNormal"> Tabitha glanced at it and said: "Oh my gosh, do you think ghosts would appear on this cemetary at night ?" Marion scoffed and said she didn't believe in that nonsense. "My mother says if you ever see a ghost, you must look straight at it, if it has a face you must look it in the eyes, that way it's more powerful. You must keep looking at it and not blink. If you keep that up for half a minute, the ghost will vanish. My mother calls it the stare. So Abigail ever decideds to haunt us for taking an imprint you can use the stare", Abigail giggled and look overexcited at Marion. Marion was glad the deed was done and hurried back to the center of the cemetary where the class would meet up if they were done   taking imprints.

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<p class="MsoNormal"> The class got back to school around 12:00 pm. It was lunchbreak and the kids were talking about their imprints. During the afternoon there was class, just like every other average day at school.

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<p class="MsoNormal"> Mark and Marion got home and ate supper with mother. Mother had to go work the late shift of her second job in order to pay the bills and provide for the family. Death may impact the family but it doesn't impact taxes, they just keep comming. Marion and Mark were home alone and after supper they decided to make homework. Well Marion did, Mark felt like watching TV. After her homework, Marion decided to let the dog out and get some fresh air. She pulled on her gloves. She was overcome with dread. There were no gloves. They were gone. She panicked. She yelled for Mark.

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<p class="MsoNormal"> Mark came rushing through the living towards the kitchen and asked what was wrong. "I forgot my gloves at the cemetary, Mark!", said Marion. "I must have them!" Mark rolled his eyes and suggested they could look for them tomorrow. That was out of the question for Marion, who knows who walks around there at night. Whoever does could stumble across those gloves and take them. She wouldn't have it, yet she was too scared to go out in the dark and check. Mark sighed deeply: "Allright, we'll go to the cemetary now and check for your gloves."

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<p class="MsoNormal"> Marion and Mark dressed for the weather, it was snowing, quite hard. But she had to find her gloves, her aunt made them specially for her, she must have them back. They walked towards the graveyard, it's gates eerily stretching open their arms. Like a loving mother welcoming her children back home. " We have to hurry up, it looks like a small snow storm will hit soon", said Mark. "I know the place where I left them", said Marion. They rushed towards the central hill of the cemetary and then continued a bit downhill. There was the stone of Abigail Forstner, hidden under a thick carpet of snow. They bother looked for the gloves but they were nowhere to be found. "The wind must have blown them off the tombstone and further down", said Mark. They agreed to split up and look for the gloves. Unfortunately, the snow storm hit earlier than expected and they got seperated further, shouting had little use, the wind was too harsh.

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<p class="MsoNormal"> After what seemed about half an hour, the storm calmed down a bit and you could see a bit clearer. Marion saw a silhouette standing between gravestones. Could it be Mark? Must be, there's nobody outside in this weather if they shouldn't be. And who would have any affaris here? She walked towards the dark figure. Suddenly a shade dashed across the path, right in front of Marion. Its eyes glowing. Marion was startled and fell on the ground, the eyes looming at her, coming closer. She wanted to let out a scream but fear blocked her entire body. When it got closer she caught a glimpse of the creature. It was a cat. She sighed with relief and got back on her feet. She didn't believe in ghosts or anything, why would she be so scared. Everything can be explained with reason. Mark was still standing there in the distance, maybe he saw her coming and decided to wait. Maybe he found her gloves. Marion started walking in a faster pases, unnerved by the stray cat. She stopped a few feet away from the figure. She was filled with fear. This was not Mark. Even worse, whoever that is, was wearing her gloves. Furthermore she saw long hair and a rotten dress, completely decayed. The figure turned around, by now the snowing stopped and the moonlight illuminated the place better.

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<p class="MsoNormal"> Marion felt her legs turn to jelly. The figure she saw, was a woman but there was something wrong with her, she was all bone.. long black hair covered her face. The woman stretched her arms towards Marion, her hands covered in Marion's gloves. A gust of wind removed the hair from the woman her face and revealed hollow black sockets filled with the blackness of night staring at her. It was a skull, that stared at her. The jaw cracked open and moved. It had a voice like cracking leaves.

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<p class="MsoNormal"> "I'm so cold M-M-M-Marion..."

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<p class="MsoNormal"> "Give me your coat p-p-p-please"

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<p class="MsoNormal"> "So cold, M-M-M-Marion, i need your sweater.."

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<p class="MsoNormal"> "I need...... your skin"

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<p class="MsoNormal"> The creature slowly limped towards her, her legs making a macabre crack everytime she moved. She kept repeating the last sentence.

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<p class="MsoNormal"> Marion was paralyzed with fear, yet she had a clear moment of thinking and remembered what Tabitha said. She looked the creature right in the hollow eye sockets and put all her effort into not blinking. The creature stopped moving and stared directly back at Marion, still repeating her request for Marion's skin, but this tame she kept saying it faster and she sounded as if she was getting angrier, every second Marion kept staring.

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<p class="MsoNormal"> After what seemed for an enternity, the creature screamed at her "It's rude to stare!". The skeleton her jaw dropped on the ground, her shoulders made a loud cracking sound as they disjointed from her body. There was nothing left but bare bones and the rotten stinking dress and of course Marion's gloves. She took them and ran towards the exit of the cemetary. She forgot all about Mark but suprisingly Mark was already waiting at the gates. "What took you so damn long Marion?" "You won't believe me if i told you, what matters is that i have my gloves back and we can go home." As they ran home, Marion had a feeling she knew now of what Abigail had died.

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<p class="MsoNormal"> Back home Marion launched herself in the sofa, relieved to be home safe, Mark had his face covered the entire time of the trip, he pulled a hood over his head to protect him from the weather. They were in the warm comfort of their home but Mark didn't take off the hood and he just stood there near the lightswitch. Marion noticed and asked if something was wrong. The dog snarled at Mark. Mark put his hand over the lightswitch. His voice sounded like cracking leaves.

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<p class="MsoNormal"> "It's rude to stare Marion."

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<p class="MsoNormal"> "That's not funny Mark!"

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<p class="MsoNormal"> "I'm so cold Marion"

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<p class="MsoNormal"> " I need those gloves, Marion"

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<p class="MsoNormal"> "I need your sweater, Marion"

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<p class="MsoNormal"> "I need... your skin"

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<p class="MsoNormal"> And with that, Mark flipped the light switch. Marion panicked and hear the dragging of feet getting closer to her, the dog started barking louder and louder but it was ended abruptly with a loud snap.

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<p class="MsoNormal"> " It's rude to stare Marion."

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<p class="MsoNormal"> " It' so cold."

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<p class="MsoNormal"> "I need your skin."

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<p class="MsoNormal"> Those all too familiar sentences, coming closer and closer with every pair of footsteps. <ac_metadata title="Blacklisted content &quot;The Stare&quot;"> </ac_metadata>