It was not a sound, nor a smell that scared me that night. It was nothing I could see that scared me so thoroughly. All it was was a feeling. As though I could feel someone standing there, watching me sleep.
"Lora? We're going out tonight will you be OK alone tonight?" My mother asked waking me from a doze. "Yeah I'm good, go have fun" I tell her sleepily, actually looking forward to a day alone.
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Later that night
I sit on the couch eating pizza with the radio blaring old rock n roll. When I get a text on my cell from a blocked number: how's the pizza lora? Musics awfully loud.
A/n I know its short but this is going to be a farely short story all in all.
