It was early in November. I had been having a series of nightmares. They were very life like and I didn't think much of them; so I spoke about my dreams to my mother. "There is nothing to worry about, it's not real",
she would tell me, but her expression said the opposite. Her expression said that she knew something that I didn't. She walked away. Months had past and my best friend Max came over for the night.
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Darkness Scares Me
Historia CortaThis is a short story about two friends who began to realise that their night wasn't going to be a normal night.
