Chap.1:Christmas Eve

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"When are we going to get Prezzies" my little sister Gabby would say. "I want my prezzies. When Santa's coming?" She was only 4, but she knew so much things about Christmas. Hi, I'm Dawn and this is my family, in my town, in my home. *Knock Knock* Who's that? As I walk to the door I hear some slight whispers. "I hear Footsteps. Quickly on the count of 3. 1, 2," As I open the door a sudden burst of sing hits me. "Silent night, Holy night. We have come, to pick you up." Very quickly I grab my matching sweater and yell" I'm going mum. Bye" In reply I hear "have a nice time dear." I go off caroling.

4 hours later after caroling....
"So have you heard the latest news about the Frymers?" My friend Abigail was all about gossip and other things. "What about them. The little devious snobs." The Frymers were the richest family in town. Their eldest son and two daughters (They were triplets) Jack and Amanda were the most popular kids in school. Jo on the other hand (the third triplet) was one of us. The unpopular one. She didn't hang out with us but she was nice and we were friends. "They bought the mall!" Of course they did. "What the heck. They are going to get even bigger heads. Before you know it they will be banning us from the mall!" I cry out in desperation.

We were talking and laughing for a while and then we fell silent. Just walking, when suddenly I notice something in the shadow of the building. "Sh. What was that?" I pointed to the shadows. "What. Oh my gosh Dawn, there's nothing there!" I hold on tight to her. "How about I go into the shadows and show you that's there nothing to worry about? No no and again NO! You're not going in there." She just laughed. "Dawn there's nothing to worry about I'll show you." I try to stop her but when she wants to do something she gets things done herself." O-ok. Be careful." I stutter and she just laughs and walks into the shadow. Silence.

After around 5 minutes I start to worry. "AAAAAAAARRRRHHHHHH". That sounded like Abigail's blood-curdling scream. Suddenly blood was making puddles in the snow and something was thrown at me. "Ah" I close my eyes and look down at what was in my hands. I slowly open my eyes. Oh my gosh.

It was Abigail's severed Head.
On her forehead was the word RUN.

So I ran.






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