E looked at me and shook his head.
"Sadie..."
"E, this is my only chance!"
"Sadie! Listen to me! You can't even trust this chic. You have no idea who she is, or if she has even seen a lone reaper. Pluckley is one of the most haunted places in the world. This could just be spam." He closed his eyes.
"E, I'm sorry but I'm going with you or not"
"Whatever, I'll pack my bags." E walked out of the room. I sighed. He was going to have to understand that this was my only chance to try and find my reaper. I moved off the couch and shuffled to my bedroom. My room is small, but I can fit everything I need in it. The room hooks off the adjoint bathroom I share with Ethan. The floor was plush white carpet with white matching walls. A bulletin board hangs behind my door. A wicker waste basket sits left of my bed. My twin bed is elevated, almost as it is on a table, with a set of wooden drawers beneath it and a soft T-shirt blanket, that my mom made for me, covering my bed. A teal rug lays across the floor while a wicker hanging chair is in the corner. Across from my bed is a wooden desk holding my laptop. A few pictures of my family and I scatter the walls. The closet was on the other wall from the bulletin board. I pulled out a duffle bag that had been thrown into the bottom of the small closet. I grabbed a handful of shorts and pants. I put two sweatshirts and one coat into the duffle. I packed for almost the next hour. I ended up with eight shirts, four pairs of pants, two sweatshirts, one coat, two hats, a pair of gloves, one pair of sneakers, one pair of boots, a scarf, and other small essentials such as a charger and some hair and shower products. I pulled the bag into the living room and threw it into the corner. I pulled out my phone and opened my email. I clicked on the email from Blakley and hit the reply arrow.
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The Reaper
HorrorEverybody has a reaper. When you're born your reaper is far away and from that time on it starts to move closer. Sometimes the movement is very slow, a couple inches a year but other times you might look up and your reaper is standing in front of yo...
