"What the hell?" I say as I open my "bedroom" door to see someone routing through my shit. Question is who are they and what do they want with my stuff? They must not of heard me because they are still looking through my stuff and they keep muttering "the box" or "I must find the box". The box? My dads box? I looked at my hands. "No way," I accidentally said aloud. The person creature thing reared its head at me. I dropped the box. The "person" in my "room" darted for it, but I grabbed it before they could. "Just who the hell are you?" I ask aggressively as they fight me for the box. They must've realized that they weren't gonna get the box and gave up because they left. Just disappeared. Into thin air. What on earth just happened? I run out of my room and straight into my aunt. "I'm so sorry," I say. "It's alright," My aunt says noticing the box. "What are you doing with that?" My aunt asks. "You gave it to me and I was gonna put it in my room but then someone or something was in my room," I say as my aunt gasps. "Stay out of you're room and don't let go of that box," She says. I follow her orders and go sit in the living room. Then my aunt screams.
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The Girl Who Didn't Know
EspiritualRyan is just an ordinary girl living an ordinary life. But what she is about to find out is she is anything but ordinary. She comes home from college one day to find her father bleeding out in her bedroom. She calls the police to no avail. While she...
