Chapter 1

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Anni's P.O.V.

I was making breakfast in the kitchen for Peter. I opened the cabinet to get a pan out. I reached for the pan and all the other cabinets begun to harshly open and close. As I looked around horrified, I heard a sinister piercing cackle. I stopped moving then I heard Peter running down stairs. He looked at the kitchen. "What th-", he paused. I looked at him. "Whats going on!!", I slowly panted. Peter's face begun to turn white. "I feel something touching my legs..", he said with his eyes wide open. He looked at me. "This apartment is haunted."

July 19, 2003:
5:00 pm:
Peter P.O.V.
I was at my job when I got a call from 222-222-2222. I answered by saying hello and all I heard was a static woosh. A few moments later, I slowly made out words from the static noise. "Green candles.. green candles.. RAAAA GREEN CANDLES!!", is what I heard in the static noise. After 10 minutes, I got a message from the same number, saying, "Run while you can, because your feet are ours,". It doesn't make any sense!! Is this supposed to warn me about something!?!?

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