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I am currently lying down on my small bed, thinking about something that I had seen in my vision. But my mind refused to think about it, it wandered back to the people we had lost. I was wondering how they all died. Who murdered them? Was it Zoe Charisma? Or was it the ragged doll? Suddenly, I heard my bed room's mirror squeaking. Curious to know what it was, I slowly walked towards it. "Swift?", I called her out. But I didn't get any response. Then I saw a line drawn on my mirror with a red liquid. I sniffed and with my index finger, touched it and brought it to my mouth. I licked and concluded that it was 'FRESH' blood. But how did blood get on my mirror? I pondered. Then, I saw something that I shouldn't have seen. Someone continued to write the bloody letters. It clearly read:
YOU ARE NEXT
My breath hitched when I read it out. Frightened, I decided to tell my mother. But on second thought, I decided to keep it to myself. I took out my camera and clicked a picture. I pulled out my picture and kept it safe in my secret box. I locked it up and hid it in my closet. I then took out a waste piece of cloth and wiped my mirror clean. I washed the cloth and cleansed my hands in water. I made sure to wipe out all the evidence about what had happened just now. I stayed in my room the whole day after that incident.
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It was the start of a new day. I was busy recalling all the disgusting incidents I had seen till now throughout the night. I didn't have any energy left to go back downstairs. I got in the washroom and slammed the door behind me. I turned on the tap as cold water flowed freely. I splashed water on my face and it was soothing until I spotted something behind me. I looked through the reflection of the mirror. It was a headless child. Shouting, I ran out of the washroom and made sure to lock the door. I then heard a gentle knock on my door. I opened it slowly. "Are you alright?", my mother asked me anxiously. Before I could even give an answer to her previous question, she said, "Get out of the room for a while.... It will drive you insane.... Sometimes, we see things if we are locked up inside the room more than usual....". She then dragged me out of the house and took me for a walk in the lawn. I hesitated but then I finally managed to come out to get some sunshine. We walked and chatted for a while before she invited me inside for a cup of hot tea. Eagerly, I got in.
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Trix and I are back to WICKED High. "Hey! How did your weekend go?", Emma quizzed, excitement clear in her voice. I told her what happened which turned off her cheerful mood. "Oh....", she murmured unable to believe. Before she could open her mouth to speak, my timer rang. "My therapy session will start soon..... I gotta go....", I said. I got a small nod from her as a response. I packed a small bag and rushed out to attend it. I hopped onto the wine-colored school car. It was a 10 minute drive to the therapist's place. I knocked on her cream colored wooden door. A woman gently opened the door. "Hello there! I am Clara.A! Linda has gone out to buy some groceries. You can wait here for her if you like", she said sweetly. "No thanks. I will wait for her by the car", I replied politely. "Okay", she said.
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I was sitting inside the car with the driver. I was busy reading a novel when the driver suggested, "We can wait by that cafè, if that's okay with you?". I nodded in response as we got out and made our way to the nearby cafè. We ordered two cups of tea and a plate of chocolate chip cookies. We talked about school and cracked a few jokes, before we saw four people carry a dead body. I and the driver rushed out to check who it was. Clara opened the white cloth covering the face of the body. To our horror, it was Linda, my therapist. Her throat was slit open and her large intestine was exposed and was hanging out freely from her body. The driver couldn't contain himself as he rushed out to a small corner to puke. I was frozen on the spot, unable to believe. We then burried her and left the spot. I then went back to the cafè and sat down in an empty spot. My mind was completely disturbed. I then saw someone selling newspapers by the side of the street. I rushed out and bought one. I read it and it said:
WILLOW ALLISON IS IN TOWN! GET READY TO BE KILLED!
Willow Allison is back to Olympia from Alaska. Her entry wasn't so pleasant. Many people were murdered by her. So many died during her arrival too.... Now the question is, are we going to survive her madness? Let's find out in the upcoming days.... Let's just hope that we continue to stay safe.....
Now I am genuinely terrified.
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My whole world was spinning when I left the cafè. I slowly walked down the lonely street. It was almost five in the evening and I am sure that the faculty of WICKED is having a search party since I am not back for hours. I had left at one in the afternoon. I boarded a bus and walked until I reached WICKED High. People had assembled in the quad. As expected, they were having a search party to search for me. But when I returned everyone calmed down a bit but the staff were angry and annoyed. I ignored them. Recalling those painful events from the past two and a half weeks didn't do any good to me. I couldn't contain myself anymore, so I broke down into tears. I covered my palms on my face as I sobbed softly. Everyone rushed towards me as my world went pitch black.
*VISION*
YEAR:- 2000 TIME:- 12:00 a.m
PLACE:- WICKED High's SECRET Locked Tower
Shouts and screams fills the air. Children begging for Willow Allison's mercy. "You tiny little slaves have disappointed me a lot tonight. You think you can survive me!?", Allison shouts. "Please miss, we won't repeat it again.... Please forgive us..... Please....", a cute, little girl with blue eyes and blonde hair begged. "NEVER! I have forgiven you all enough! You filthy flakers don't know what 'FORGIVENESS' means! I know what to do with each and every one of you!", Allison shouted. She chained them and cut their heads off. Their blood was then drunk by the filthy vampires.....
*SNAP*
The most horrible vision I had ever seen till now. But I didn't know what the children had done that made Allison to kill them. But I am sure Allison is in the wrong....
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Time really told me something today, Time taught me something....And Iris was right that day - --------
