I stepped out of my room, after getting dressed, and looked up at the mountain that was my dad.
"Hello, Father," I replied politely, fearing a beating. When he didn't answer, I said again, "Father? Are you alright?" He looked down at me and I gulped. Suddenly, I felt a sharp pain my my stomach, and I fell to the floor; then, everything went black.
When I opened my eyes again, I rolled my head to the side and screamed. Why? Because lying next to me was a body. Not just anybody, my body. I stood up and looked over it. Right in the middle of my stomach, was a large knife.
"No," I whispered. Invisible tears rolled down my cheeks, but when I looked up again, fire was in my eyes. My father would pay.
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The Time That Separates Us (SLOW UPDATES)
Paranormal150 years ago, when New York was still being built, a young girl by the name of Julia Crawford was murdered. Nobody knows how or why she died, but ever since then strange things have been occurred in her house. Years later, where her house once was...
