The rain streaked the car window. The woman drove by in her car away from wherever she came from and not stopping for even the slightest accident. The woman in the front seat, had wrinkles from both old age and fear creased in on her body, and her face was a picture of worry over being caught. On the backseat, splayed the box full of items hidden just slightly out of view, as well as it being the exact same colour as the seat, and car (since everything is literally grey). Her heart pounded as each, and any cars could turn her in to the IRS. She gripped the wheel and stared intensely into the distance. And then, at night, during the rainy weather, she spotted something, a twinkling sign. On the sign, read the not-at-all-ominous-words, Bates Motel. The woman sighed a breath of both relief and joy. The flickering neon sign of the Bates Motel loomed out of the darkness like a wolf stalking its prey. But to her, it was a welcoming sight. But little did she know, she was putting herself in even more danger.
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My Version of Psycho
HorrorIn school, we had to write our own version of Psycho. This is what I wrote.
