Taken
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Last published Mon, Dec 23, 2013
My body trembled against the ground and I wished I could escape my room. The midnight darkness cloaked me, but the moonlight brought every shadow in my room to life. They all seemed to crawl around the room, taunting my frightened mind.
The nightmares from my dreams were coming to life.
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