One stormy night, the day after my grandma had passed away, I wasn't just hoping for someone I knew to be the one scratching and screaming on my door. It was very screeching loud, not necessarily peaceful. I hugged up to the cracked old corner holding my old raggity teddy bear from when I was four. Sitting on the crusty concrete made me feel like i was trapped, like I wasn't ment to be me, to be lucky. I didn't plan that night for me to be horrified and screaming historically at 1:30am for help. But this is how it all happened...
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HorrorAshley McCarthy was the best most popular girl when she was in Jouner high. But now things are changing because high school is rolling around the corner. Ashley has to move to Ontario, she has to meet new friends, and go through the torcher of bein...
