The dark

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  • Dedicated to To my friend that helped A LOT ( Her name is Sarrah)
                                    

Liona Clarkson stood by the dim light of a lamp at the edge of her bed. It was nightime at the outskirts of london and malia had one fear : The dark. Even though she was now 23 years and 5 months old, she still has a fear of darkness. It was just so blank and spooky. What if something crawled from underneath the creaky attic staircase and attacked her? She surely wasnt going to notice it coming without having clear sight. Just as her thoughts of the dark where starting to get deeper, she heard a soft creaking coming from underneath the attic stairs. She huddled closer to the antique lamp next to her. " Please let this be my imagination... Please just make this be my imagination...'' She whispered, too frightend to continue on. As she closed her eyes thinking that she would wake up from this nightmare, she heard a hushed clicking of her door knob. Malia sprinted to her closet and slammed the entrance behind her. But it was no use. The next thing she remembered  was being logged down the stairs, and out the apartment door.....

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