"Sometimes, Not everyone gets out alive, sometimes everyone you ever loved dies, sometimes all you can do is run. Run and hope HE can't find you."
Oh, we ran, we ran fast. But sometimes you can't run fast enough and then someone dies. That's what happend to Thorn when we didn't run fast enough. HE tore him appart, we had hoped that by running from that THING people would live. But that only made him mad. Sometimes I wonder if we will ever get away from him.
But let me go back a few months, back to when I found that cursed book. Back to when we were happy living with Granny at her farm. Back to when everything was normal and we didn't have a monster chasing us.
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Granny Nelda, aka Nanny, was the best when it came to cooking and, unfortunately, a bit on the perverted side (but seriously, what grandmother isn't?). A lover of BlueGrass music, a gardener, and a chicken fan. And just so happens to live in almost the middle of nowhere, on the edge of the woods.
Ever since I was little I had been afraid of those woods. Of how silent they were. Most times it seemed that the wind didn't want to disturb the trees, therefore preserving the eere-ness of it. Thorn laughed at me the first time I pointed it out to him. After a while he agreed with me.
Thorn, how can I out this lightly? Oh, a wait, I can't!
1) Because he is my younger brother
2) he is my younger TWIN brother.
Therefore, I am allowed to make fun of him, and get away with it (not).
Thorn and I are just alike and so different at the same time. We both have striking red hair (although his is darker) large green eyes and pale skin.
"Oi, Rose, we don' 'ave t' m'ch l'nger 'till we g't th'r." Oh, did I mention he's Scotish?
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This is my first story here, so tell me what you think, I can't tell if this is long or short because I'm writing this on my phone, but this chapter is more of a prologue introducing Rose and Thorn.
I also have A deviantart account under the name LittleFoxxxx where I have pictures of Thorn and Rose.
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Dark Woods Do Tell Lies
Paranormal"Sometimes, everyone dies, sometimes everyone you ever loved dies. Sometimes all you can do is run. Run and hope that HE can't find you." A Slinderman Story