"Ok...so I'm not sure where to start." I say truthfully. "well let's kind of start at the bottoms of this huge pile of old ass news paper, then work our way up." Maggie says. I start to get my hand under the pile and grab a book of some sort. I look at the title, 1930's AND IT MURDERS. "hey, maggie, you should come look at this." I held up the book to her. she took it out of my hand and just started to stare at it. " what maggie." she starts to shake rapidly, I get up back up and don't know what to think. she starts saying some ritual thing and then she starts to levitate, still shaking. "what the...." her eyes go into the back of her head. the thought of losing my friend over whelmed me. ran over to her took the book and stood there. she stops shaking she falls but doesn't stop saying those words. she's laying on the ground twitching and now whispering those words. her eyes go back so fast I don't even notice hardly. she suddenly stops saying the words. and gets up. "fuhhhhhcck" Maggie says to herself. "ange what whhhh...." she hurls all over. "oh god Maggie!" What was weird about the stuff, is that it was black, and slimy almost like the stuff you find in a pond. I throw the book down making sure that won't happen to me.
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MAGGIES POV
I don't even know what the hell happened. I just picked up the book and that's all I remember. then I must of passed out from low blood sugar because that happens sometimes. but when I woke up feeling like shit. I knew that was not the story. then I just start puking which never happens. "why me" I say.
