Dawn pov
I went back to the T.V. and I remembered, wait the book! I reached for my book bag and carefully got it out. Then, I heard it, a low dangerous growl coming from my dog, with his tail between his legs, back fur risen up, and ears on high alert, I didn’t know what to do this was so unlike him. “Bobo what’s wrong boy?” I tried to say in a soft soothing voice but it came out shakier then I planned. He seemed to realize it was me and answered me with a soft whine. I turned off the T.V., patted his head, and slowly got up, to not ensure another growl, and went to my room to start reading. I made a quick detour and took a hot shower and snuggled up in bed. Bobo at the foot of the bed and my new book in my hands, I started to read. In shimmering letters the words “No going back” appeared on the front page as the title. I got up to chapter 3 when the weirdest thing happened, some form of wind came gushing in and I felt something freezing touch the side of my face. That’s when I heard it and became paralyzed with fear, just barely above a whisper, but clear as day it said, “There’s no going back now.” That’s when I could finally let out a scream and the thing in my room didn’t like that. The last thing I remember is seeing a shadow in the doorway and saying the one thing that popped into my head, “James.”
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The Falling
Short Story*Dawn* has always been the shy girl. Even though her parents are wealthy and well maintained, she goes for more of the fly on the wall, girl next door kinda look, with the baggy hoody and dark jeans. So what happens when she stumbles upon a book tha...
