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Dan stayed right there by the door, making sure that we would both get out safely.
As the creature inched its way closer and closer to where I sat on the bed, a loud banging noise came from outside of the door. The baby 'wendigo' ran out towards the sound.
Minutes later Dan joined me on the bed, "What was that?" I questioned him.
He shrugged his shoulders as he climbed over to the window and tried to open it to escape.
High pitched screams were echoing inside the house, and it sounded like we had more company than we thought we did.
Dan struggled with the window as he tried to pull it up with all of his strength.
"Damn this thing is like glued shut!" He whispered over to me.
I gave him the 'are you serious?' sarcastic look before I unlocked the window.
He gave me a blank stare as I pushed it open without a sweat.
"Lets go." I suggested.
"After you." He said impressivly.
I climbed out of the window and went to go give Dan a hand when someone grabbed me by the waist and neck, "Dont move." They mumbled in my ear.
"Megan!" Dan called out in despair.
"We killed your little Wendigo problem, now you have to help us." I heard the females voice slowly whisper to me.
"I'm trying to find my long lost brother, and your groups going to help me."
She took out a knife and placed it against my neck, "Are you with me? Or against me?" She questioned evily.
"I'm totally with you. I know how it feels to lose a family member. I just found my sister after six years of searching." I openly confessed.
The young girl let me go, when I turned around I was face to face with a tall brunette who had bright grey eyes. She was super skinny, like she hasnt been eating for a while, I offered up some of my food but she wouldnt take it.
"Bring me to the rest of your group." She demanded.
She then placed the knife in the middle of my back as she lead me out front to the others.
"Megan?" Emily questioned. "Whats going on?"
I shrugged my shoulders trying to tell her that I had no idea what was going on. Everyone in the group looked horrified. This girls group was surrounding us and to make is worse, the swat team members ditched us after the wendigo incident.
"My long lost brother is still out there and I know it. My mother told me before she passed away that she has had another son before me, about 3 years older than I." The girl behind me spoke out.
"My name is Dani, my brothers name is Daniel."
All of our eyes glanced over at Dan, who was lead outside by some of Dani's group members. He looked confussed. "I dont have a younger sister guys." He confessed.
I looked at him with a suspicious look.
"Dan?" I questioned him.
His eyebrows scrunched inwards as he replied with a yes.
"When we first arrived at my house, you said you had a younger sister." I spoke out truthfully.
At first, you could tell he was confussed, then slowly his face changed as he remembered about what he had said.
*Dans P.O.V*
I scattered all my thoughts throughout my head, trying to remember the day I said I had a younger sister when I truely didnt. But then, it hit me. Like a ton of bricks falling from the sky.
Shit, it was my excuse when I didnt want Megan to find out that I use to bully her!
It was all to weird for me, I couldnt have had a younger sister. It was just Paul and I growing up.
Calm down, I told myself. She looks nothing like you. Also, there are plenty of Daniels in the world.
"Then whats his last name?" I questioned smirking. I just could tell that I wasnt her brother. Shes not going to know my last name, how would she.
"Watson." She spoke out clearly.
My hands trembled as I began feel dizzy.
"That cant be possi-" I began to say but crashed to the floor.
Megan came to my rescue and helped me get back up on my own two feet.
"Daniel Watson?" I asked sternly, making sure I heard right.
She nodded her head up and down, indicating that I had a younger sister.
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Barely Breathing
ParanormalThis worlds gone to shit, and I can't do anything to save it. No one knows how it started or how they could end it. Everyone is fighting to survive, people barely give two shits about whether or not you survive. But for 12 year old Megan Lyn, a grou...