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Peter Pointer

Peter Pointer

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Fiction
Horror
Eric lay on his bed as he felt the spit drip onto his forehead and slowly trickle down to the bridge of his nose. Holding his breath he began to pray just as his mother had taught him. Not knowing whether it would be enough. Meanwhile Michelle was stunned by what she saw, would she be able to convince Darryl in time?.
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It started when the rain fell. As it hit the windows rhythmically, I fought my sleep. Fighting off the demons in my dreams. I hadn't realized how real that dream became. Waking up to terrified screaming. My heart racing, the lighting striking and my family begging for their lives. I claimed myself as a coward that very same night. I hated myself. My depression became the best of me. What's worst then your family being slaughtered? Hiding in the closet from the killers. I should've helped, I should've been there for them. The pain between my chest and stomach was growing guilt. So I started thinking smart. Looking at everyone differently. I decided to reopen their cold cases. And when I found the truth it hit me deep.

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