Maybe I shouldn't have listened to her persuasive speech about how fun sneaking out would be. Maybe if I would've stayed home and studied like I was suppose to be doing. Maybe if I hadn't been so concerned about getting her to want to be my friend She wouldn't be dead in the corner and I wouldn't be tied to the wall. I struggled against the sharp chains and shackles that bound my wrists and ankles to cold hard stone wall. I glanced at her. The once beautiful, glowing blonde cheerleader was now red, stained by her own blood. She was laying in it, drowning in it. I didn't realize before today that we even had that much blood inside of us. Her screams of pain and torture were still ringing in my ears. He got tired of her, that thing with the horns, he got tired of her and said he would be back for me. What did I do to get in this mess. I've always been good, polite, even when I shouldn't have been. Eighteen year old girls don't die. They shouldn't, their still kids. I'm still a kid, but this new girl comes along and tells me how fun it would be to be an adult. She said adults don't have to stay in, they can come and go as they please. So I snuck out with her, to this supposedly haunted barn on old man Harold's farm. Turns out the rumors were true. The barn IS haunted, she IS dead, and I AM going to die. That one thought chilled me to bone, that and the sound of someone opening the barn doors. That creaking noise that terrified me so. I shouldn't have listened. I should've stayed in. Why didn't I stay in?
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creepshow (wattys2018)
HorrorHe's watching me. That's all he ever does. He stands on the other side of the glass and stares at me. He brings his friends and they join him in the pointing. They tap their fingers against the glass at me, the noise filling my ears, causing my worl...
