Arya would poke me to write. It hurt like hell coz I couldn't write✍️. I was an angootha chaap. Neeta would laugh at me and one day she cut my angootha till I bled and died. My husband gave her a gift for killing me. Oh! What a horrible life it was for this unmarried wife. I am happy to be dead. Waiting to bring arya and neeta. Today is spookian club's maut din. Tonight I'll sin. Watch out folks, the terror is about to begin. 👹👺👽 • Good morning Spookians 🖤🖤🖤🖤 • Collaborate on this prompt and write your spooky thoughts about days when you were alive. • You can write poem/ microtale/ long story/ conversation. Feel free to extend in caption. • Must use #scalive to let us discover your dark sided write-up. 🧟