Wednesday, August 31, 2011

Something awful had woke me up.

Something awful had woke me up. Fear! I could feel it in my bones, down to the pit of my stomach. She stood by the bed just looking at me. I was too scared to move, when she left, I pulled the pillow and blanket off the bed and slept under it the rest of the night. I would not go back to spend the night there unless someone was with me.

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