It was 4:53 in the morning of October 5, 1976. It was cold outside and was strangely quiet too. It was California so it was normally loud outside this hour. This was strange to me. I couldn't help but to take a peek out of my bedroom window. When I looked out the window, I thought I saw a shadow. It looked like a shadow of a man running away. I told myself it wasn't real, but one part of me told me it was real. To be sure, I decided to check the house. As I was checking the kitchen, I noticed small drips of blood scattered across the floor. I was scared but I kept following the trail. After about 5 minutes of following the trail, I noticed that the trail had stopped. And that's when I saw it. I dropped to my knees in shock and pain. I cried out, "Mom, Dad, Faith is dead! Faith is dead!"
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Not Enough Time
HorrorTwelve-year-old Sabrina Johnson is a normal preteen girl. But when she discovers there has been several murder victims who all have something to do with her family, will she find their killer or will she be next? Will she find true love? Find out i...
