I woke up gasping for air, clutching at the bed sheets. There were tears dripping from my raw eyes. Laying there, tangled up in my sheets and coated in a sheen of sweat, my breathing slowly calmed until I could begin to think clearly again.
I hated nightmares, but this wasn't just any nightmare. Normal nightmares were filled with spiders and subconscious messages. In this particular one, there was bizarre chanting that I couldn't understand, creepy candles, and dead animals smack dab in the middle of some sort of star diagram drawn on an old wooden floor. I was laying in the middle of it with my arms and legs bound using long zip ties. What the hell could this one even mean! I was shaken from my thoughts as I heard a rapid banging on my bedroom door.
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Hey there readers~! First of all, I tend to write extremely depressing stories, so if you notice this getting too dark, just let me know:)
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*No. The zip ties do not mean what you think. Just all the easier to kill her with^u^!
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