I walked into Kelly's yard. I had to change these clothes and wash my face off and brush out my hair. I was too tired to continue this little hunt. I needed to take a break to be refreshed and ready.
"Whoa, Lisa, you look like you just rolled through a mud pit."
"Do I know you? And now isn't the time to say stuff to me like that. Do you know where Kelly is?"
"She's inside, might be in the living room," I'm glad to get away from this guy.
"Thanks," I walked inside of Kelly's house and see her sitting on her couch eating chips.
"Oh hey!.... Lisa?"
"Can I borrow some clothes and wash up?"
"Feel free too, it looks like you really need it. The bathroom is around the corner, and my room is upstairs," I walked into the bathroom and washed all the dirt off my face, chest, neck, and arms. After I finished that I began washing my hair in the sink and brushed it out. I went up into her bedroom and picked out a red shirt and jeans. I threw my clothes away. I went back downstairs into the yard. I got a bottle of water and sat down in one of her lawn chairs.
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Seventh Street
Mystery / Thriller#746 in Mystery/Thriller. Do you ever wonder what that voice is while you're about to make a poor decision? Kady hears the voices, but never listens. Ever since that one night nobody believes what Kady has to say. Will these paranormal things contro...
