I lay on the floor of the kitchen where I'd collapsed. sobbing I lay there talking to myself. "Why Amie Why her, Why not me? Why not!" In the past week I'd seen things no teen... no... not anyone should ever see. I pushed myself up off the ground, stumbled in the mud room, and opened the gun closet.I pull out my hunting rifle. "Alright sweet hearts it's play time."
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Once I had three guns loaded with salt rocks I ran to the attic and scrambled through a pile of old books from the previous owners of the house. "Damn it! there has to be something here on those girls." I through a book across the room. I ran my fingers through my hair and rubbed my temples as I hear my mom pull into the drive way. I looked over at the book I had thrown, something's fallen out of it. I scramble to my feet and run to the book, I pick up the thing that fell out. it's a picture... of the twins! it's a document, I study it for a while. "Death certificate?" I began to read. "Maggie and Molly Rogers, ages 7 years, birth dates... 18...96... Damn." I mumble in surprise and continue reading "Time of death, 7;30 pm, cause of death... exicuted on acount of being... witches. Fa- fiking-tatic I set down the doument and climbed down out of the attic and ran into the kitchen and grabbed the box of salt from the cooking counter sprinkled it in every door way. if their's one thing that Amie ever taught me about ghosts it's that they can't handle salt, so this and my salt rock gun's should be just enough to send those girls back to hell. shouldn't mom be in the house by now? "Shit!" I run out the front door and stop as if I'm stuck to the porch. "To late..." my voice quivers, "I'm always... to late." My mother lay dead not two feet from her car leaning up against the brick wall of our house. no tears spill from my eyes as I walk past her. on the car is written in her blood 'this is our house' I wanted nothing more then to drop to my knees and hold her in my arms, but I wanted my revenge on those things, and I'd cried enough tears to last me a life time. "I'm coming to get you bitches." I whisper and run in to the forest.

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The Little Ones
Novela JuvenilWhat do you do? When the former tenets of you home come back?.. "To little girls murdered..." From the dead. Jessica will lose everything Her home "This is our house." Her friends "Amie, no... please, not amie!" Her family "Mom!" And even... "Come b...