Corvus Corvidae: No that's a different story, I'm writing this whilst at my nans.

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"How did you die, Garfield?"

Garfield looked at his feet. "I was murdered."

"Murdered?" I'd repeated, astounded.

"Murdered." He'd clearly stated.

At that time, his eyes turned somewhat hurt. I wondered why,

"Are you okay?"

What was I saying? I actually cared what this dead body felt?

Whoa. That was harsh even for me thinking about it.

I was glad he couldn't read minds!

He looked me in the eye, and I felt all his pain. An image flashed before my eyes with a man holding a blunt axe.

I squeezed my eyes shut, but the image stayed, burnt deep into my eyes.

I cried out, feeling too much pain as the axe swung downwards, hitting something, but not penetrating it.

I opened my eyes; all the pain subsided, and I found Garfield's hand on my shoulder, a look of deep concern in his eyes.

"I'm sorry – I should have warned you, or maybe I shouldn't have done that at all."

"Done what?" I was confused.

"That was how I died – I took you into my memory, but you could feel all the pain I felt, but you wouldn't die like I did."

Okay – now I'm even more confused!

"I'm sorry, I don't think I understand."

I was still shocked from all the pain I had felt.

He smiled, and nervously put his arms around me. I froze. A hug…from a dead person…I felt…weird.

Maybe it was because he was dead.

Maybe because I enjoyed it.

I put my arms back around him, and I know it seemed weird to be hugging some dead guy, but who cares?

He seemed surprised at the fact I was hugging him back, and even more still burying my head into his shoulder.

It had been a long time since I'd had a proper hug. Wait, it had been a long time since I'd had a hug full stop.

When I finally stopped hugging him, I apologised.

"Sorry. I haven't really had a hug in a long time." I smiled sheepishly.

"What do you mean?" he queried.

"My…" he's dead Rachel…you can tell him. I remember thinking. "My dad beats me…my mother left when I was very small."

This time he didn't hesitate to put his arms round me, and I returned the hug great fully.

I smiled. It was nice to know somebody cared.

"Garfield, I have to know something."

"Yeah?" He asked, still holding me close.

Second question;

"Did you die in this house?"