"Crystal Marie White!" Ms. Pent screams at me, the look of horror still plastered to her face.
"What on earth is going on?"
"I..."
"You what?"
Finally, I managed to come up with a stupid excuse.
"I was told to go grab something for Mrs. Plankers, and she told me to hurry, so I started to..."
"You know what?"
Ms. Pent said calmly, almost to calmly to be a good thing.
"What?" I asked.
"You saw IT. Didn't you."
"Ma'am, I can explain..."
"Crystal, please sit down, we need to talk." Nervously, I sat down in the smooth leather chair right in front of Ms. Pent. This is going to be interesting.
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HorrorEveryone is afraid of something. For some it's spiders. For others it's the dark. For me, it's it. The one who is outside my window. The one who watches me while I sleep. He's always there, watching, waiting, but for what? My friends don't believe m...
