It's Time *Re-writing*

It's Time *Re-writing*

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*Warning: Currently in the process of re-writing! This version is unfinished and needs a lot of work. I will do my very best to make the new one so much better than this one. Thank you for understanding. time /tīm/ noun The indefinite continued progress of existence and events in the past, present, and future regarded as a whole. "It's not your time, it's not our time, it's their time. Save their time before it's too late." It was that day that Bailey knew something was wrong. As soon as the new kid walked in, a feeling unlike anything he had ever felt before pierced him like a knife. A life he had never thought to live, new people he hadn't dreamt to meet, and a friend people could only wish to have. But, will this all help him save time itself? Find out in "It's Time"
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If you go down to the woods today... Well, in this town, you probably won't come back. Unexplained deaths and disappearances are normal around here. In Haltonshaw Grove, we tell these real life horror stories to our kids like bedtime tales. They help us learn from a young age to stay out of the forest after dark. But one halloween, we didn't listen- Me and four boys. We broke the rules and we paid the price. We barely made it out alive and now we live with the trauma, the nightmares, the memories. Seven years later, the events of that night, like most things tend to do around here, have come back to haunt us. We never talked about the night we ran in the forest, never spoke afterwards at all really, but now we're going to need each other if we're going to survive what's coming. Me and those boys I've loved all along. - - ‐ - - - - - - - - - - - - - Our town is haunted. The five of us are cursed. And Halloween is just around the corner... Let's see who makes it to November 1st.

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