Some girls grow up with stories about monsters. I lived with one that never left. Long hair, soft eyes. A name that means purity. That was all it took for something ancient to claim me. No one believed me not when I saw her in the school washroom, not when the doll moved, not when I woke up with bite marks and bleeding arms But now, I remember everything. And this is my story. .................................................................................. #1 basedonreallife 🎖️ #1 curiosityquillspress

They don't hunt you. They just live better than you ever did. You spot someone with your face. Wearing your jacket. Smiling your smile better than you ever could. Soon, people forget you. Photos change. And your home no longer recognizes you. They're not here to kill you. They're here to replace you-perfectly. And the worst part? You already let them in. ----------------------------------------- This is a concept that I'm debating turning into an actual book. Drop a comment, let me know if I should keep going with this, or leave it as a concept?