Born together, raised together, cared together, loved together, vowed together, hunted together, died divided.
I read as I was looking at the whiteboard. The outline looks perfect.
Wait. This is a program where real people submit real... experiences.
I quickly run over to my desk and grabbed my notebook. I looked past all the other numbers 'till I find the one needed.
I grabbed my phone and dialed the number.
"This number does not exist."
I felt the hair raise behind my neck.
I felt myself get nauseous and light headed.
"Took you long enough...killer."
Bonus:
"What—W-why are you doing this?"
"You killed us, Rex."
What? Rex? That's my dad.
"H-he's my dad."
"I know. I'm just taking it out on you."
I quoted: "An unborn child has nothing to do with their parents' crimes." I assumed this was done before my birth.
"Oh? Then why'd he have to kill us?"
Wait.
Too late.
Wow, I did not intend it to be horror but wow. I love it. This'd make a good romance story. Yes, I know I'm messed up. So yay! LGBT! And no, I was not referring to the ghost and his wife. I'm referring to Rex's kid and the ghost.
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ChickLit"You only ever focus on the Sun. Sadly, I was the Moon." We all know, what we read tends to affect what we think, or what we dream (day-dream) about. For example, if you read something funny; you'd either be really funny or your day-dreams will be...
