The house that we live in is pretty old, but it's home. This house was built in the old days like the Blair witch days. So that why we never see anyone else, I suppose people are to scared to come here but I don't know why.
"Come on harp it's my turn in the bathroom you've nearly used all the hot water" yes that cat and people call me harp. "Hold on cat, I just got out of the shower. I'm almost done there's no mirrors so it's kind of hard to do my makeup" Didn't see that coming did you? Well we don't get out of the house like ever so we never thought about getting a mirror like ever. I know what's your thinking, what do we eat?, how do we live? Well I guess there is always food in the house and there is no point of shopping if we don't have to.
The house is so cold but it doesn't phase me or the others, atheist I don't think so. "so Harper clairing why don't we go out of the house today?" Max said in the most Intimidating voice ever. All of a sudden everyone looked at him with a crazy, insane face. "are you crazy? Why would we? Please don't say stupid questions again" I exclaimed in anger. "oh ok I guess" Max said under his breathe.
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HorrorThis will be a story about a couple friends with memory loss, recurring dreams of their death, what else can go wrong? ** please vote and comment **
