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Peter met a beautiful girl in a white dress at the party. She was lonely and shy, so he saw his opportunity.
He approached her with witty banter that soon made her smile. After a pleasant chat, she invited him to a more intimate place.
Holding hands, they walked through lonely streets until they reached the gloomy cemetery. Peter stopped short at the entrance, but she looked at him with sad, seductive eyes. Her body became misty and she walked through the gate as if it didn't exist.
-Come with me, Peter. Follow me to my resting place,’ she said in a voice from beyond the grave.
He looked at her disappointed but serene.
-Are you a ghost?
-I died decades ago, but we can love each other tonight. I'm cold, I need your caresses and tenderness.
Peter looked at his watch, it was hours before dawn. He gritted his teeth, revealing sharp fangs.
-I'm sorry, I can't offer you warmth. I must go.
The beautiful ghost girl watched him sadly, doomed to wander eternally alone and cold among the tombs.
He turned and walked away without looking at her. Back at the party, he sought a warm collar to quench his thirst before dawn. .