So me and Archa were playing a game of tic- tac-toe. I lost a lot of times. She's good. I thought I could out run her. Obviously I was wrong. Since she was good at cooking I made her cook food today! We had an amazing dinner of curry. Archa is an Indian cook. She works at the Taj Mahal restaurant. Anyway, she slept over. She was to lazy to go back home, so why not let her sleep over. She was getting closer, and closer to me. We soon became the best of friends. But apparently she wasn't so happy about that. She kinda looked sad especially when she glared at me. Is it my face? It's always my face. I think I might have a little bit of curry stuck on my cheek, cause well I'm a very good eater with amazing table manners. Okay, let's face it, we both know that's a lie. But what can I say? I at least need to look good in a book. If not, in real life. So okay, back to the topic. Archa, slept downstairs cause there's no where else to sleep. Obviously that was a big mistake. She was sleep walking. She left out the front door. I suddenly saw a ghost figure saying "You will be mine one day. Mine." Then it disappeared. I feel like I am imagining things. The front door is out left open. I go grab my jacket and hurry to look for Archa. She might be anywhere. But she never sleep walks does she? This may be her first time. There she is. Standing right in front of the police station. Thank god she didn't go in yet. I would have been in big trouble by the police if that happened. I grab her by the arm, take her to "my" home and lock her in my room. Just so she doesn't get out and sleep walk anymore. If she does well, it's not gonna be far.
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The Darkening
HorrorIts Dark... it gets Darker every step I take, every breath I breathe. Its stiffening, suffocating air not able to breathe. What do they want from me? What do i have that they want? Do they want something from me?