"The masked figure stuck the knife two times in her stomach as blood splashed onto his face. Manha looked at him in horror after she realized what just happened to and fell to the ground, her eyes still open. the masked man continued to stab her to make sure she died. A grin covered his face when he reinforced what he had done....."
Hala continued to type. The typing sounds filled the completely silent room. The room was so silent that she could even hear her own heartbeat. After publishing the story she went to sleep.
The masked figure stabbed the girl in her guts, the sound of her blood splatter echoing in the area. It stabbed her multiple times and she died. The masked figure smirked behind the mask.
Hala woke up shaking her head in disbelief. This can't be real. It was the same as what she had imagined while typing the story. She immediately got up, picked up the flashlight from the desk and head out towards Manha's house by foot. She called her but received no response. Having no other option, she broke in the house through the windows of Manha's room but she wasn't there. Hala freaked out. She went back home, unpublished the story and called Manha again. This time she picked up, "Bitch it's 2 in the morning what the fuck do you want?" Hala ended the call and published the story and rang a call to Manha for the third time. There was no response. Hala understood the pattern.....
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