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I walked up the driveway to Rita's house. The closer I got, I could see the door was ajar. She probably left it open for me I thought. I entered the door my mouth open to announce my presence. I was hit with an odor indescribable, I knew what it was though. I could recognize the smell, cold fear chilled heart, the contents of my stomach rising to my throat.

Have you ever had the feeling you were being watched? Maybe when your alone or after watching a scary movie? How about all the time, in school, walking around the neighboorhood, in your room, with family? In the dark? Well Shayla always had that nagging thought in the back of her mind. Little did she know it was true, until it was too late.

Submitted:Dec 26, 2012    Reads: 108    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   



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