Why Can't Anybody See Her?

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Parts 2
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Silently walking home from school alone, I began to feel like I was being followed or watched. I swiftly turned to look behind me, but of course, nobody was there. That's how it always is before you get snatched by a scary serial killer, I thought. With that in my head, I started to panic a little and walked a few paces faster. I would have been so much less worried if I had my imaginary friend, Ella, with me, but mother and father told me I didn't need her.
    
              Before reaching the steps of my comforting home, I think to myself - Why do I always have that feeling? I was feeling it now, and I have always felt it. Ever since I got rid of Ella. Regretting my choice, I step into the warm kitchen. 
    
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    Hey guys! I know I already have a book in the making - The Things That Come Out Of The Mirrors - But I have been struggling with it. I had this amazing new book idea, and it's about imaginary friends! 
    
    It sounds cheesy, yeah, but I think this would make a pretty good book. You don't really find books about imaginary friends, do you? Anyway, I'm going to be working in this for a little while and see how it turns out. [EDIT! I deleted The Things That Come Out Of The Mirrors for various reasons.]
    
    I hope you like it! ^^All Rights Reserved

horror mystery sad scary stalker

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Silently walking home from school alone, I began to feel like I was being followed or watched. I swiftly turned to look behind me, but of course, nobody was there. That's how it always is before you get snatched by a scary serial killer, I thought. With that in my head, I started to panic a little and walked a few paces faster. I would have been so much less worried if I had my imaginary friend, Ella, with me, but mother and father told me I didn't need her.
    
              Before reaching the steps of my comforting home, I think to myself - Why do I always have that feeling? I was feeling it now, and I have always felt it. Ever since I got rid of Ella. Regretting my choice, I step into the warm kitchen. 
    
    ~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~
    
    Hey guys! I know I already have a book in the making - The Things That Come Out Of The Mirrors - But I have been struggling with it. I had this amazing new book idea, and it's about imaginary friends! 
    
    It sounds cheesy, yeah, but I think this would make a pretty good book. You don't really find books about imaginary friends, do you? Anyway, I'm going to be working in this for a little while and see how it turns out. [EDIT! I deleted The Things That Come Out Of The Mirrors for various reasons.]
    
    I hope you like it! ^^

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