The following morning we heard a knock at the door. I had a horrible idea in my head of what was about to happen, and, I was right...
My mum rushed to open the door, but stopped in her tracks when I shouted "no!" She turned to look at me, a confused look on her face staring at me. I explained that it could be Anne.
"Oh, don't be so silly!" My mum said, and continued to rush to the door. Moments later me and my dad heated a deafening scream. We both rushed to the door, scared as hell. Even more scared when we saw her. Mum, dead. Lying on the floor, breathless from the attack. One eye split in half, whilst the other, completely gone. Neck scarred for life, only, she didn't have a life anymore. Anne smiled, and ran away into the distance.
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A month after my mothers funeral. The memories just won't fade from my head, no matter how hard I try. When I close my eyes to go to sleep, I always have the same dream. Every Sunday. The days I have a Sunday job. The dream, or nightmare, to be accurate, is an image of me running away down and endless staircase. Anne behind me holding my mothers dead body and a knife. The same knife my mother got slaughtered with.
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HorrorJulia Wood is an ordinary teen, with an ordinary life, until she gets that Sunday job... Babysitting... She adores the job, but when she babysits a "baby" in wordock house, she's in for a scary episode of horror that will haunt her forever. Read to...
