Pitter, Patter, Pitter, Patter, Pitter, Patter...
-Insert Footstep noises here-...
I walk slowly though the empty streets of London... This place is usually somewhat busy during the day, but at night... It's almost a different world.
-Insert Heavy/louder footprints here-...
'Gah... who's that' I think as I looked behind me.... No one...
"Ok Cass... maybe it was just the rain... or someone who was walking and is no longer behind you" I say to myself reassuringly.
-Insert Louder footprints here-
'Ok someone is there... I just know it' I think, thoughts now rushing though my head telling me to run... but I don't
-unusual silence... deathly silence...-
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Questions
Mystery / ThrillerThey say curiosity killed the cat... well its not the only thing it almost killed... 16 year old Cassandra asks herself questions everyday... Why is she here? What is the purpose? Why is her mother dead?
