I see them everywhere. Shadows. Humanoid Shadows. They haunt me, keep me up at night, more so than usual. I can't be in complete darkness without flashbacks. Dogs make me cry, elevators, bright lights, cards. All send me into some kind of PTSD. I don't know what else to call it. I don't verbally talk to anyone except Matt and occasionally Joe. Everyone else's ridicule and harassment never end. I am thankful for what I have, and I will forever regret going to that one football game. You ask, 'why do most elevators not have a 13th floor?' Now you know, hopefully, you learned, Here I leave you. Not everyone gets a happy ending. But at least I have someone to share my own ending with.
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Short Story*Completed* Ever wonder why most elevators don't have a 13th floor? Most say its bad luck, 13 just has a bad rep I guess. Or is there something more? Ivy is a nerdy, emo, girl who is trapped with her brother over the summer going football game to f...
