Hello! So I've decided to cut this one short because I've gotten bored of writing about snow and rain and this stuff. I'll be coming out with a new project next month though. Thanks to all who read.
Becky woke up in the same blood puddle she died in a while ago. But her mind, it was different. "How nice!" She squealed. Becky picked up the bloodied knife from the floor and plunged it into herself and laid back, laughing and smiling.
The roof was beautiful to her, red and dripping blood and rain. Susan also laughed and Becky could hear the laughing of everyone else who died.
Dallas, Uncle, Gregg, her, and the rest of the world.
Sometimes the darkness eats the light, it just gets too hungry, so hungry that nothing can stop it. Becky and the rest of the world was eaten by that darkness. The world was seeing the darker side of reality, the one with terror and nightmares.
The world saw the deeper reality.
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When The Snow Falls
ParanormalIn southern Texas, where it's usually a hundred degrees, it starts snowing. There's no way to know why it's snowing, it just is. Can Becky figure out why it's snowing and try to end it, just like Dallas did five years ago?
