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Once Upon A Fairytale - Down A Rabbit Hole (Volume I)

Once Upon A Fairytale - Down A Rabbit Hole (Volume I)

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Fantasy
With shaking hands, I turned the doorknob, preparing myself for what was going to happen. As I pushed open the door, a loud creaking sound from the old hinges echoed in the room. Steadying my breath, I closed my eyes and took one step forward. A strong gust of wind engulfed me as I plummeted downwards. A loud piercing scream escaped my lips, I couldn't see the bottom. A world of fairy-tales is in danger
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Something didn't feel right. I looked around my room slowly; cautiously; taking everything in and trying not to feel too nervous. Perhaps Lure was in my room right now, watching me, silently laughing to himself. I didn't doubt it. I slipped off my bed and walked around, hugging my waist, and tilted my head. I felt my rough ponytail slide against the back of my neck and over my shoulder as I moved. "Lure?" I hissed, "Lure, are you there?" I wandered around a little, for some reason feeling scared. But why? It was only Lure. He wouldn't hurt me, would he? "Okay, Lure. Quit it. I know it's you. Who else would it-" I stopped, startled, when I heard a strange sound that made me cringe. It was like fingernails being dragged across a chalkboard. I whipped around and came face-to-face with my mirror. Immediately, I saw the difference. Various scratches were displayed across the glass, forming words. It looked as if claws had written the words in the mirror. "Deepest apologies, but it was fun." (All credit goes to my sister, who wrote this when she was in the twelfth grade)

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