Previously: Her eyes widened, and she opened her mouth. She paused, and closed her mouth, hinting she's speechless. "U-um, Because y-you look co-ol?" She said, sounding if it was a question, rather than an answer. I looked at my brother, and he just shrugged. "Um, ok?" I said, she seemed to perk up.
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"By the way, Are you new here? I haven't seen you around before." I said, eyeing her up-and-down. She looked at me, and nodded. She seemed.. Shy? "Oh cool! Where ya from?" I ask, looking at her. "Russia." My eyes widened. "You cute little thing? From Russia. Damn, girl. Say something in Russian." I said, shocked at how shy she is for a Russian girl. She gulped, and looked at me.
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"Я думаю, что твоя горячая." She says, her cheek's lighting up a light pink. "What does that mean?" I ask, her face turns at least 50 shades of red. "U-ummm, It me-ean's, I would l-like you t-to be my friend." She stuttered, still fidgeting with her hands. "Cool!" I say, and my brother furrowed his eyebrows. "Oh! I forgot to tell you, my brother takes Russian classes!" I say, her face turns from flustered, to one of horror. "O-oh, I n-need to g-go! B-bye!" She stutters, "S-see y-you at s-school!" She yells, while running to her home.
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I turned to my brother, he had his brows furrowed. He looked to be deep in thought. "That's not what she said.." My brother muttered. My eyebrows raise, and my eyes widen. "It's not?" I ask, he shakes his head. "No, in Russian, that means; 'I think you're hot.'" He said, I almost choked. "Really?" I said, shocked.
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He nodded, and shrugged. "The question is, who did she say that too?" he said, I nodded, deep in thought. "Weird.." I mutter, "Oh, Your head is better?" My brother mentions, I nod. "Yea, I think the ice-cream helped." I said.
We walk towards the park, eating ice cream, and chatting. I looked at the playground, and saw that no-one was there. "Weird.." I muttered.
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"What's weird?" My brother cluelessly asked. He looked at the park, and muttered "oh.." "Where did everyone go?" I ask, staring at the empty park. "I don't know, why are you asking me?" my brother responds. We both get closer to the park, and I see a girl on the swings. "Um, who's she?" I say, pointing at the swings. My brother looks at the direction I'm pointing, and furrows his eyebrows. "What do you mean? There's no-one there?" he says, looking at me with a concerned look. "Are you feeling ok?" He questioned, lifting his hand to feel my forehead.
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"You don't see her?" I ask, looking back at my brother. He shakes his head, and I look back at the swings.
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She's gone..
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My heart drops at the sight, and I start to hear faint whispering sounds.
The wipers start getting louder, "Do you hear that?" I mutter. My brother shakes his head, "Seriously, are you ok?" He asks.
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I feel a cold hand touch my shoulder, and I flinch. It was the girl, she had an evil smirk on her face. She held her pale hand up to her lips. She giggled evilly, and then snapped her fingers..
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I gasped, as if I couldn't breathe, and started panting for air. I look at my surroundings, and all I see is the void. My eyes start watering, and I continue panting, as if the air isn't going into my lounges.
I start to struggle, my body taking full control as I start to claw my neck, leaving red bleeding scratch marks.
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The scene changes to the house, but this time it's dark. I look around, and see the crying boy from earlier. He stares at me in shock, and terror. "Oh no, she's got you too!" He mutters repeatedly, staring at me in horror. I look at him confused.
"What do you mean?" I ask. He doesn't respond, and bolts away from me, towards the back of the house. My heart races, as I stare at the building. I sense danger, yet I don't stop walking towards it. My breathing gets louder, as I enter the house.
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But, this time, something is different. The house is clean, and lit up. I walk into the living room, and enter. Everything is the same, except cleaned up and less dim. I furrow my eyebrows, "Somthings not right." I mutter.
As I mutter those words, flashes of images go through my mind. My head aches as shocks of pain relentlessly go through my body. I try to focus on the images, as I do, the voices get louder, each telling me to stop.
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A couple minutes of struggle, and I finally get an image, all the voices fall silent. My breathing hitches at the sudden quietness, and I focus on the picture in my mind.
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The image, then becomes reality in this room. "But lusinda! I swear, I didn't do it!" A lady in a maid dress yelled. I watched their conversation, paying close attention to their appearances. The girl in the maid dress, has a frantic look on her face. She has long curly brown hair, and pale skin. "I didn't sleep with your husband! I swear!" She yells at the black haired girl, who is looking at her with a frown.
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'Lusinda' crosses her arms, and frowns. She walks over to the pot, the one that fell over when I visited. She threw it on the ground, and it shadders. I stare at her shocked. Lusinda walks over to the girl, holding a piece of the broken vase behind her. "Tell me the truth." she says sturn. I watch as she, watches the maid. "I did.." The maid muttered. Lusinda frowned, and looked at the girl. She smirked evilly, and pierced the sharp piece of the vase into her torso.
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The girl let out a blood curdling scream, as tears fell from her eyes. She fell to the floor, unable to get back up. She wailed in pain, dark blood gushed out of her stab wound. She layed on the floor, screaming, and struggling. I watched the life drain from her eyes, as her wound drained of blood, leaving her lifeless corpse on the hardwood floor. I watched as Lusinda smirked, and the two vanished. I stood there shocked, the mental image of the scene, imprinting into my memory.
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I gagged at the thought, my muscles begin to move, as I hear humming coming from a different room. I walk into the hallway, emotionally scarred. I made my way into the kitchen, and saw the black haired girl, humming happily, as she looked into a book. I stood shocked, at the doorway, watching as she glanced at a brown bag, that had red liquid seeping out of it.
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The liquid stained the floor, as she prepared to cook. I watched in horror, as she started cutting limbs from the body, and preparing them, the scene changed. Now, there were people eating a meal, which I could not have guessed, what is. I watched in horror, as a male ate the food.
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Terror[Description;] {Lori and her sister, discover a old mansion in the middle of the field. When they go in, crazy things happen. Will they return, and discover the mysteries of the old house? } -- Warnings; Gore, sensitive topics, abuse, descriptive, a...
