A/N: This is in the editing processes! We are kinda... Just running through this haha. But chapters might be once every week...?
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In a dimly lit, rusty old room, sat a girl no older than 16. Her head down,her hair coving her pale features. Anyone who didn't know the girl would think she's some twisted, evil kid but that wasn't the case. The girl was also known as Gabriella Brooks or Gabs by her friends and family.
"Where were you?" A detective asked, examining the girl in her messy state. The girl, Gabriella Brooks, scowled. "Somewhere." She said gruffily, not giving any straight answers.
The detective sighed, rubbing his eyes. "I can't help you unless you tell me SOMETHING!" He was starting to get aggravated from the lack of responses from the girl.
Gabriella only looked away, eyes distant as she went back to an unresponsive state. The detective slammed his hands on the desk, growling. "TELL ME!"
Gabriella slowly smirked, looking at his direction again. "tHeY'Ll rEgReT iT...."
The detective shivered from the demonic tone of her voice, eyes widening in fear.
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TerrorAn orignal, horror story created by a friend and I. Pardon any misspellings or grammar mistakes as she is dyslexic and I do tend to miss a TON of shit. ~ A normal Sunday goes horribly wrong for a small group of teens. When one of them disappears and...
