My name was Katlin Hill, I was your perfect stereotypical high school hottie. With the best boyfriend, the biggest bank account and the largest group of friends.
But when life hands you lemons and you find yourself in a dangerous game with the devil and his brother you have no choice but to play the game and end up with lemonade.
Only this time the lemonade wasn't refreshingly sweet.
It was bitter and rancid and left a horrible taste in your mouth.
I died in the arms of the one I loved, given to death by the one who betrayed me.
I never really knew what it meant to live, or to be loved. Until the devil whisked me of my feet, but it's better to have loved and lost, than to have never loved at all.
Every bad horror film may be set in some cliqued setting on Halloween.
But every good horror film never ends with a happy ending.
My name was Katlin Hill and this was my ending.
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A Love To Die For
HorrorEvery bad horror film, is set in some cliqued setting, on Halloween or there about. Unfortunately for me this wasn't some rubbish horror film that you could pause or stop. This was my life. A life that was turned into the worst remake ever. My name...
