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Harriet is fine with babysitting a strangers son. He is decent child to look after. But why does he insist that his imaginary friend, Elliot, is real? And why does he keep blaming him for the unexplainable things that go wrong in the house? And why do these unexplainable things keep happening? But Edward stared right past her shoulder and his eyes widened and widened. "Edward? What's wrong what are you looking at?" He didn't answer for quite some time but eventually he whispered. "Elliot." #83 in terror 🥇
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This novella is available for sale on Amazon. To keep it forever, go buy it now! It's only 99 cents, and there is bonus material at the back you won't get on here. Abigail had a secret. I knew it soon after meeting her. She was different than other girls, and not just because she actually showed some interest in me. She was really different. I loved it. I loved her. But Abigail had a secret. Damian told me so, the first time I met him. I wasn't sure whether to believe him or not. He wasn't trustworthy. He wasn't nice. He was a terrifying figure, the embodiment of fear. But he was right. She had a secret. I'm sorry I keep repeating it. It's still hard to believe. How could somebody so gentle, nice, and loving be so... scary? That's the only word I knew to describe her after it all ended. Everything about her being was scary. Abigail was my life, I told myself. She was my everything. She left me with nothing. If she was my life, does that make this suicide? Email the author at davidkummer7@gmail.com **To see an interview about this novella, go here: http://buttonholed.blogspot.com/p/blog-page_14.html **

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