The Man in the Fog
"What man?" When Ashleigh looked again, she found that he was still there. "He is right.-" "Ashleigh, I'm not in the mood to play games."
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Blood
My name is Desiree Valentine, I am nineteen years of age. When I was young, maybe about five, I would play with my friends. I loved them. They would all die. This only happened when I was around. This wasn't a shooting. This wasn't a murder. They simply fell on their knees, as if they were choking, and died. Each time...
