Fear. Nothing but fear. Am I dead? No, I have a pulse. The girl with long, flowing brown hair took her fingers off her neck, distress flowed through her head to her toes, the scenery around her seemed unfinished, cautiously she took a step forward. Dark brown eyes gazed around the desolate landscape. Get yer head in ta focus, Madi! She recalled her father's words each time they were losing a hockey game, a rush of affection filled her as she thought of her parents, followed by an odd grief. she was 15, and like her dad, freckles decorated her cheeks.
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Perceptions of the Nightmare
Mistério / SuspenseImagine a world where your fears come to life, no one knows if you're dead, in a coma or just faking it. You don't know whether you went onto the operating table, or this is what death is like. But what you do know, is that this is not real. >-Tribu...
