Happy Deathday

Happy Deathday

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Horror
My blood felt as if it had run cold. Everyone was standing behind me just as terrified as me, waiting for me to keep going. I reach up and grab the white card off of the pin and flip it around, " 3/09/02," I felt vomit rise up in my throat. Everyone's voice rang behind me questioning what did it mean. I turned around my voice trembling, " It's..It's the date of my birthday.."
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I wake up.... but "wake up" isn't right,waking up would require a bed, covers, a pillow. Instead I come to and I sit up, right away, a pounding headache bursts through me, it takes a while, but it passes. I look down my white dress, I see dry blood stains on it, but I can't find any injury. I realize that I'm in a cage, I see metal bars around me,the floor I'm sitting on is also metal, I recheck my body for injuries, but instead of an injury, I feel something soft, my blood runs cold, ...fur, it feels like fur, I turn my head around. look down, at the back of my dress and start screaming, I can't stop, it's like someone has taken control of my vocal chords, the reason I'm screaming is because what's on-no what's attached to me, is a wolf's tale.She doesn't know who she is, she doesn't know where she is, what she does know is that she has to escape.

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