Turn the Lights On

Turn the Lights On

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Wed, Sep 9, 2020
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Horror
A girl named Mya is afraid of the dark. Well kinda, shes afraid of not being alone in the dark. Whenever its dark she feels like there's someone watching her, creeping up on her. she feels chills run up and down her back. Makes the hairs on the back of her neck stand up. But She would never amendment it. She's almost 16., and why would a 16 year old be afraid in the dark. Well its simple why she should be afraid in the dark, because shes never alone it in.
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