“Megan!” A bellowing voice called my name from downstairs. I replied but no one answered. The creaking door slammed and a loud shriek came from our driveway… The unidentified face threw my mother into the dirty van. I didn’t know what to do; all I did was stop and stare. My eyes shot to one side and I saw a mini tricycle standing outside my door and a puppet that had swirls on his cheeks that were very hypnotising. Suddenly, I heard a small screeching noise and the tricycle wheeled backwards and out the door.
I didn’t really know what happened to her after that, but when the day comes I will find out what really was meant that day and that will save her life, that’s if she is still alive. As my mum says I’m special because my dreams are telling me what is going on, that is how I knew what they were up to. I sleep long nights and most of the day; I just don’t want to let her go. For the horror they put me through, I know what is going to happen to me and to her. This book contains blood, pain horror and more pain so I would advise you to shut this book and throw it off a bridge, but that is if you can take on what I went through, and soon it might just happen to you…
Every night I would dream of something so terrible that I just could not wake up. Whenever I open my eyes I have a cup of tea to keep me awake but I really want to know what they are doing to my mum. It is the blood and the horror that make me feel noxious, it makes me feel alone but that is not all that matters.
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