As I stare into her eyes I feel the pure black pur into my soul. It infects my lungs, traveling down my spine and into stomach. I feel odd, weightless. I look down and the ground is getting farther away from me. I scream, but the scream isn't mine. I hear Daniella's, the girl who was murdered shriek, but it's my mouth that the noise is coming from. I want to call for help, but the only thing that comes out is breathless cries.
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Caroline
TerrorBased on events I shared with friends I gave me the idea for the story.
