Jack and I traveled to the next triple road. He had no hezitation to continue, but I knew something was wrong when he whimpered and didn't run. The wind wisped by. And then we heard screams.
Jack turned around as I hopped off his back. Only for us to see yet another unforgettable sight.
A man and daughter were laying down, side by side, dead, on the ground. They were stabbed five times to the chest, each. Ten souls were fling from the wounds of the innocent.
I hopped on the shaggy dog's back after saying a quick prayer, and we continued on the last road before the building.
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Friday the thirteenth
TerrorIt's funny how things can change so quickly. How people have fears. How a random dream can become a on telling story. What we don't know in life scares us the most. Based on a real DREAM, Friday the Thirteenth is a horror story about a girl named Ma...
