The Silent Nun

The Silent Nun

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I'm Mike Johnson age 18 one day me and my friends Sal Shellman 17,Wendy Smith 18 and Jake Johnson ( my brother) 17 got the idea to explore an monastery which has been abandoned for who knows how long but moment we step into the building i heard a thud and when i went to see what fell everything went black AND to find out what happen wait and read to see what happens ( honestly i haven't gone to sleep and just thought of this) OK WARNINGS 1 there will be cussing 2 there will be blood 3 maybe death and some other stuff maybe (idk) and if i end up offending anyone i'm sorry if i did something and the chapters will be kinda short but not to long and random updates on and i was never good at writing or GrAmMaR so theres going to b mistakes and lot's of I's original art go's to LSantana1012 from deviant art
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Right now, I'm squatting in a pile of human waste, desperately trying to get a signal on my phone. My friends are watching me reluctantly, their faces stained with blood and what I only hope is dirt. The light from my phone is illuminating their faces, casting light on the looks of horror that I have come to know all too well. My best friend is cradling her left arm, bandaged with a torn piece of cloth in hopes of stopping the blood flow. My sister can barely walk, and I think her hand is broken. She looks on the verge of tears. As we calm down, catching our breaths, I give up looking at my phone. I slowly turn to them, my own face crusted with blood. I look at each of them, one by one. "Ok, who got bitten?"

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