"Nobody ever...hits you with the magic wand of legitimacy. You have to hit your own head with your own handmade wand." — Amanda Palmer
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"Hey, have you heard of the rumors," That was the gossip Vivian was entertained with when she got into the elevator leading to her sister's floor - the VIP ward.
Though she was never the type to gossip, there was no harm in eavesdropping. Well, technically, this wasn't eavesdropping since both women were in the same elevator with her - she was just listening.
"There's been rumors circulating that Block B's washroom is haunted,"
Alright, this is interesting.
"Aish," the other woman waved the absurd claims away, "That is impossible. I can't imagine that you of all people believe in such stuff,"
"I don't believe in it but if you had seen the woman who went in there earlier, she came out shivering so badly that it had been hard to calm her down,"
