On a cold fall afternoon, as I drove up the abandoned dirt road In the quiet erie woods. I finally reach my destination I pull up to what looks like an abandoned cabin that came straight out of a horror movie with boarded up windows and vines that look like they are eating it. I park as far away as possible in case I need to run as I walk to the cabin I get a cold chill down my spine as if I'm being watched the feeling only grows stronger as I get closer. After what felt like minutes I get to the door I gulp in fear, I don't know how but somehow I managed to get the courage to knock" knock...knock...knock" taking short breaks in between knocks. The door then creaked open and standing behind it is a girl that looks to be in her mid-twenties with long wavy chestnut brown hair and white as snow skin, she had beautiful hazel eyes, she wore a surgical white mask and a dirty wine red tank top with ripped jeans she stood there not saying anything. I then said," hello ma'am are you Miss.Sally black?". She then said in a sweet soothing voice as a mother talking to her child" yes I am, you must be the reporter?". I grabbed my work badge to show her I was" yes I am ma'am it's a pleasure to meet you my name is Mr.Ennard as you know I work for the New York paper is it okay to come in?". She then opened the door wide enough for me to walk through, as I walked In I examined my surroundings the place reeked of the smell of penny's and the furniture was covered In dust and cobwebs she then gestured me to sit at what looked like an antique dining table. I sat down as she closed the door it made a horrible and loud sound" bam!". She then sat down across from me and asked me" so why are you interested in my story Mr.Ennard?" she looked at me in almost an evil way as if I had asked her if she was a monster. I told her" I want people to know what really happened that day the day of the massacre", she then seemed almost happy at my words to happy it sent goosebumps down my neck. She then asked," why not ask the police?" She said it in a playful tone as if she knew my answer already. So I then told her" well I tried, everything they had on it burned along with all the police officers that were at the scene of the crime". She then what almost looked like a smirk of joy nodded and said" well, let's get started shall we?" I put my recorder out and note pad so I could take notes and not miss a single detail.Page 1,
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The Story Of Silent Sally
HorrorThe story of girl who lives out in the woods, a reporter who goes searching for answers about an accident from over five years ago. As he searches for answers it become obvious that he is in danger the more answers he gets.