"No, no, no," I chanted,"This isn't real, this isn't real. This is just my dream."
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"Yes! That's right!" I concluded,"Just a sick, horrible dream and when I wake up everything will be back to normal." Shutting my eyes tightly, I pinched my arms, trying to wake up. I opened them and looked at my surroundings, nothing changed. I pinched my arm repeatedly, refusing to acknowledge the fact that this maybe real.
No, it's not real, no.
I let my arm fall to my sides and took steps backwards. I stumbled and tripped on my own feet as I landed on the floor.
"Oh, please no," I whispered as I hugged my knees to my chest. Sobs erupted through my body as I shook violently.
"Mom," I whispered as I stared at her lifeless body on the floor beside my dad's. I could barely recognize both of their unconscious bodies. It doesn't look like them anymore. It changed.
What could possibly be on that truck that changed them?
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Count To Ten
Paranormal10 seconds, 10 seconds were all it took for my life to turn around drastically. Who knew going on a simple vacation could lead to many disasters?
