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were they. She felt different. Like cross between pissed off frustration and growing determination and both were burning her out. She didn't even know that she could burn out.
      "Why now?" She said
      It wasn't like there weren't a million times before hand when she could have melted down. But she hadn't. The only time she could even vaguely remember when she was about to lose it was-
      Henrietta suddenly stopped in her tracks.
      ...when she died.
      Slowly she started moving again.
      So what. Everyone dies. I mean everyone did die. Why shouldn't you lose it when you die?
      Henrietta slowed down.
      But I didn't lose it...
      She looked up at the clear sparkling sky
      ...none of us did.
      Henrietta stood there with that last thought hanging in the air like a dead fish. It was like she knew there was something there, and it stunk like an itch in her mind. But she didn't know how to handle it. Or maybe that's the wrong analogy or...whatever. It felt significant...or wrong...or something else.
      "Oh forget it!" Henrietta shouted to the world as she felt hot and sort of seethed while she stood in the middle of the forest.
      A noise behind her made Henrietta turn sharply around. Two watery gentle eyes met hers as they peeked through the leaves. She jumped back in defense then felt silly for doing so and relaxed. The deer then pushed itself through the brush then stood before Henrietta looking gently at her as she looked back.
      The deer then playfully bobbed its head and stamped its hoof on the turf. Henrietta simply stared at the doe as she did it again. Henrietta began to feel confused when the doe suddenly burst into a sprint through a tree.
      "Hey, Wait!" Henrietta said before giving chase to the ghost deer.
      Henrietta kept the doe in sight for a bit before it disappeared. For as fast as a ghost can move, who doesn't need to pay attention to physics, the ghostly deer appeared to be much quicker. She searched for another few minutes for it before giving up. Looking up and around at her new surroundings she found she had gotten herself in to a strange part of the forest. Things didn't feel right here like an air of sickness fell thick on the surroundings.
      A low noise started to ebb just out of sight. It sounded like a growl or moan from something that wasn't use to doing either. A sharp crunch startled Henrietta. She knew she was dead but she found out that since she lost her corpse it was easy to forget that. Nothing reminded you more of that fact than seeing your rotting body in front of you day after day.
      Recovering her senses, Henrietta went in the direction of the crunch to find a doe standing uneasily as it was bent over another deer on the ground.
      *Crunch*
      Soft horror started to creep up into Henrietta's realization.
      *Crunch.*
      Another was heard just out of view
      *Crunch*
      And another.
      The forest was slowly filling with the sound of bones being crunched in the teeth of deer. Henrietta was used to this kind of thing but...these deer?
      The forest became a low howl of moaning deer coming back from the dead as a sea of red glowing eyes shown brighter in the filtered sunlight. They lifted up their heads and turned to look at her.
      Well this is new.
      Soon a herd of deer were all staring at Henrietta and nothing else. Dead or not that gave her the willies. Then as one they charged. Henrietta grabbed her head in defense and screamed as the herd charged through her. After they passed she opened her eyes and felt all her ghostly pieces to see if they were all there then she looked in the direction of the stampede.
      "Mist." Henrietta said softly in realization.
      She didn't know how she knew but she knew that way was where Mist's cabin was. She began to charge after them when a ghostly doe appeared in front of her, then another, followed by a herd of ghostly deer appearing out of the forest. They all seemed lost.
      Henrietta didn't know what to do or if she