"Oh come on Malaya!"teased Ivy, "it'll be fun!"
"I'm not messing with this ghost and paranormal activity stuff"I huffed. "Uh ok be a chicken"muttered Ivy.I rolled my eyes,she never knew how dangerous it was messing with that stuff.We carried on walking back to my house,the air was a zephyr.Spring was coming soon-hence the warmth is the air.
We reached my house and we both said our goodbyes and went our own ways.I took my white,now muddy,plimsolls and threw my bag on a nearby hanger. "Hi Mal!"shouted Dad as I slowly but steadily went up the stairs. "Hi dad!Bye dad!"I shouted back.I didn't really want to talk with anyone that day:I didn't feel like talking.I yanked open my door,closed it,and flopped onto my bed.All I wanted to do was.To dream.Without me realising my eyes started to get heavy-and I fell into a deep sleep.
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the dead tree
HorrorWhen Malaya goes to visit an abandoned cottage her life changes forever.Her imagination is controlled by an evil spirit enlished by a ouji-board. *this story can have triggers so beware if sensitive*
