Each day we waited I felt like I was closer to killing her, as if it was with my own hands.
I had no finger nails on my left hand, yet by tomorrow they would grow back.
I guess the nervous habit of biting my nails never left me.
My head snapped to the left.
NOOOO!
No, Gabby, you had to have made it.
I ran to the device, she had been so close, just a few more miles and she would have been the first supernatural creature to run across the Atlantic Ocean
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Letters to Charlie
ParanormalWhat happens when your best friend saved your life by giving up his, but there's a catch. He will come back, just not entirely alive. But something went wrong with Charlie. He's been in the hospital for over a year before his parents decide to pull...
