"Give me ten days, and I can give you ten reasons not to die." Evan paused. "And if I can't change your mind by then, you can go jump off that cliff."

It's obvious what its about:) Most of these quotes are not mine, so all credit for whoever said them! The bible verses will be KJV.

Calum can't eat and Katy can't stop.

People with younger siblings know how crazy, insane, and weird they can act. My brother is fifteen years old (twenty months younger than me). Over the years, he has done some pretty stupid things. I still don't know how he ties his shoes...Anyway, this is a collection of things that he's said/done. Enjoy.

They say a picture can tell a thousand words...but what if it's sending you a message from the dead? Aspiring horror writer Gwen Coleman and her workaholic husband, Noah, have finally found their dream home and quickly move in with their young daughter Harmony and infant son, Caleb. What begins as an unexplained shadow in the background of their daughter's photograph, soon turns into an imaginary friend named Maria. It doesn't take long before Gwen notices a change in her daughter's personality. When Gwen begins receiving eerie text messages and videos from an unknown sender, she worries Maria may be more than a figment of her daughter's imagination. As the secrets of her new home are revealed, Gwen discovers that perhaps her life has become the most frightening horror story of them all.

When a teenage girl is lured to a faery festival in Ireland by a scheming banshee, the chain of events triggered can only lead to death. There's one way in, one way out, and two queens eager for a sacrifice of their very own.

I've never gotten along with Gage since he acted like a jerk to me for rejecting him as a child. Unfortunately, I'm constantly around him because he's my best friend's brother's friend. What's worse is that during my junior year in high school, I was stuck in the same art class as him because the school cut the dance classes. Now I not only have to deal with finding whatever way I can to practice dancing, but I also have to deal with surviving art class with my enemy.

Funny things, Dolls, with their perfectly combed hair, eyes wide and soulless, empty smiles. They live without life, without joy or sadness, they are empty. By now you have probably envisioned a doll from your youth, the plastic or porcelain variety. How strange they seem now, how oddly ominous those once friendly forever smiles have become. Well, worry not, for I speak of a very different kind of doll. The human kind. The kind who are perfect to the eye, charming to the mind, fragile seeming to the touch, yet if you grow close enough; you will see just how terrifyingly strong they truly are.