Creep
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This sucks. My parents just divorced and sucked me into their dumb world. My mom, Erika, is uptight and self-conscious, with little mercy, if you're lucky. She never did show me much love, when I look back onto my pretty average childhood. I mean, I'm 16 now, and yet I still feel more like a child than anything. My dad Craig is much more laid back, but I never wanted to get on his bad side. I'd heard him and my mom argue a lot, and I wouldn't like to be on the receiving end of his grievances. When it was time for court, (hell), everyone stared down at me and relied on my decision on where to go. "Time to make a decision, Kate, " I said dad, and so we went the week after. Today. I just moved into a really small, really cute house with dad in Salem, Mass. Only complaint, the creepy kid across the street, what was he staring at?
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FORMERLY V D' YAVOL. For as long as she can remember, Dream has been... dreaming. Very vividly. She saw how her childhood dog died two days before he actually did, so she had plenty of time to prepare herself-her words. She's been to plenty psychologists and sleep specialists, but they all say the same thing. Nothing to worry about. So, her parents gave it to God. And nothing happened. She's grown used to it by now. She sees a face, sometimes hears a name, and then whatever happens to that person. Murder, the lottery, a death in the family, etc. You name it, she's seen it. She pays the dreams no mind because she can't control or stop any of them all the time. It's out of her hands. But on one holy night, she sees a man. Limping. Crying. Bloody. Yet this time, she can't see a face.

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