The 8th Sacrifice

The 8th Sacrifice

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Tripp and Zoila have been best friends for as long as they can remember. Their love of cheesy horror movies and the horror story website creepfic.net have kept them entertained for years. But now as college freshmen everything seems to be pulling them apart when Tripp wants nothing more than to be closer to the girl he once knew. The one with arresting dark brown eyes and lips made for his kiss. What started as a quiet evening in his apartment evolved into a silly idea with repercussions far beyond their understanding. "Let's write a story for creepfic," Zoila said in that slow poisonous drawl that reminded Tripp of sweet honey bourbon. Over a few beers and a lot of laughter Seven Sacrifices was written and then soon forgotten until a series of accidental deaths, waking nightmares, murders and a sinister figure cloaked in black consumes every aspect of their lives. It is now up to them to find and stop the creature that they created. Be aware that this story has cursing, sex, drinking, drug use, body horror and violence. Rated M
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