,'. The mansion. ,'.

,'. Part four .',

Previously: I watched as he left, turning the corner out of my room. I waited a few moments, making sure he wasn't going to come back. I got up, immediately feeling dizzy. My body goes limp, and I fall to the ground. I close my eyes, waiting for impact. But, it never comes. I force my eyes open, only to see two black arms wrapped around me. They set me down on my bed, and slowly, I drift off to sleep.

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{Dream~}

Suddenly, I felt this odd sensation, like I was sleeping in a field of grass. But, that's impossible. Suddenly, I was being shaken awake by someone's hands. I jolted up, "Huh!" I let out, my eyes wide searching for the person shaking me. I look around, and I notice that, I am in a field. "What the.." I mutter, as I look in front of me. "Why am I here?" I ask, as if someone was going to answer me.

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Soon, I hear whispers, I look around. Scanning the whole field, and stopping behind me. I look at the giant mansion once again, I feel a pulling sensation, leeding me to it. Before I know it, I'm standing, facing the old house. Suddenly, the scene starts to glitch out like an old movie.

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I blink, and everything is back to normal, except the figure that is stood in front of the house. "H-huh?" I say, wery of my surroundings. I look at the figure, realizing it was someone I know. "E-emra?" I say, in a shaky voice. "Hello, sister." she responds, in a cold tone, almost, in-human.

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Emra stood in front of the giant mansion, her head looking at the ground, her bangs hiding her face. I take a step towards her, and she lets out a sinister giggle making me shiver. Suddenly, she turns, and runs into the eerie home. I saw, as she made her way up the stairs to the second floor. I was going to follow her, until I saw another figure.

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The figure took the shape of a small boy. He was crouched down, and was sobbing. I stood there, conflicted. Should I go to the boy, or should I go to em? I thought, I finally decided to go to the boy, walking closer to him. His sobs, growing louder as I stepped closer. "Hello, little boy? Are you ok?" I asked, now standing in front of him.

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His sobs seem to quiet down, and he turns his head to look up at me, his bangs moving to reveal his face. His bright blue eyes, filled with tears, looked up at me. "Are you ok?" I asked, watching as his tears fell down and onto the floor. "Don't trust her, she's a liar." He whispered, I barely caught it. "W-what? Who's a liar?" I asked, puzzled at what he'd just said. "She's a liar." He muttered, looking down at his arms.

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I followed his eyes, seeing all the scars on his arms. "Where did you get those from?" I asked, he paused for a moment, then looked up at me again. "M-my dad.." He muttered, "He says it's all my fault." The boy muttered, sobs getting even more intense. "What's your fault?" I asked, getting even more confused through talking to this boy. "The incident.." He muttered, and once he finished his sentence, I was teleported into a dark black room.

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"What, incident?" I muttered, looking around the room. As soon as I spoke, an old TV flickered on. I looked at the old tv, it was playing static. Then the tv turned black, and then flickered on showing a horrific scene. "Hi, I'm news reporter abby. And, Where in West consion, At the scene of a car crash! Apparently, The parents of a recently deceased child, were inside while their 4-year-old was playing with her brother.