Carly is now 18 years old. She went to WindyBrooke Middle School, Kentucky. She started to feel ill and soon was diagnosed with cancer. She is going through chemo, and she doesn't think she can make it. Do you think she will make it in one piece...
I shone the flashlight on him. His head slowly lifted up until his dark eyes met mine. I shuddered, as his lips curled into a sinister, creepy smile.
"Well.."He dragged out the word, making my heart beat faster. "You brought me dinner!" He exclaimed in a shrill voice as he slowly lifted his scrawny body off the concrete. "This is exciting. I'm starving!" He walked closer.
"Don't come any closer?" I had wanted to sound demanding but the words came out as more of a question. However, to my surprise, he stopped and took in a deep breath.
"As you wish..." he turned around, facing the wall. "Leave my food at the front" And he walked away.
"Erm yeah..." I said placing the plate of food down. As I walked away, I could sense him watching my every move.
I walked up to the front door of my house, but turned back and looked at the road. There stood the black Ford F-150 that had gotten me into this mess in the first place. I unlocked the door and gave one last look at the shed "he" was staying at before walking into the house. What had I gotten myself into?
Cover of my book for now(until I think of a better name lol) I'll change the name once the story develops.
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