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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Booksie Classic
Make up your own minds.

Olive, is a woman.
The event's are as real as you make them.

It is real.

Submitted: January 14, 2009

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Submitted: January 14, 2009




Dazed, she woke from slumber with a fright.
Scared, cold,...alone?
Something had ripped her from the sleep that came so seldom these days. But what? Already the fragments of dream she remembered, scattered like ashes into the folds of memory lost long ago.

The eyes.
Those beautiful eyes.

That part of the dream returned, as she strangled the bedsheets with her torn fingernails. Her grip so tight, she failed to notice as the blood began to drip down onto the floor like a grotesque waterfall.
The thought of running came, then passed. Surely it would know that is what she had planned.
No, she would stay here, she thought, as the dark washed over her once more.

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