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One lonely night as you relax in your home, a sudden knock at the door fills you with dread. Who could possibly be visiting you at this late hour?All Rights Reserved

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Screams, why can I hear screams? I frantically sat up, looking around the room. Nothing. I rubbed my eyes, trying to wake myself up. After another glance around I slowly climbed out of bed, walking towards my closed door. Closed? I never have my door closed at night, but tonight it was. I gently turned the handle, trying to make no noise. The door wasn't so forgiving, it creaked with every little movement. Then, the screaming stopped, leaving behind muffled whimpers. What was going on? Do I dare leave my room?

She spends her days alone in an abandoned apartment complex. She's the last person on this worn, diseased Earth. Or so she thought. Clark gets the surprise of a lifetime when a knock comes rapping at her apartment door. Her visitor is one she never expected but they beckon a journey that she wouldn't want to miss.

I've never had a dad. My mom was shot dead in front of me when I was five. You probably guessed I'm not a very typical teenager. My nightmares are so nasty I wake up more tired than when I go to bed. I thought my life was going to stay the dull ache that it had always been, until I found out the nightmares could be controlled. And *used*. This is the story of me turning it all around.

Alone in her quiet apartment, Clara is deep in thought as she decides her fate. When she finally makes her choice, an old enemy comes to her door.

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A jolt. A small hitch in the rhythmic beating of my heart. Dèjà vu didn't even begin to describe it. ... My heart stopped, my breath jostled forward, shock rippling through my system. It happened again. For a few precious seconds my mind froze up and, together with my body, went into a complete lockdown. It was the same each time I saw him.

Where am I? I wake up with no memory of the night before or how I got to this place. I don't even know what place this is. I hear the howl of a wolf and stagger to the window. What the hell? This isn't the city, just where the hell am I? The darkness closes in and I welcome the dark oblivion. Perhaps this is just a nightmare? Then I laugh to myself, I'd prefer the nightmare to my life. Perhaps this time I won't wake up?

Neith Sallows was sleeping very peacefully in her small house, which she shared with her father, when a knock came to her door. This was very strange for the small village of Crimcut. What was even stranger was that the person at the door, a very attractive woman, was no longer alive.

Michael Langdon a stalker abducts you to be his and ONLY his!!

With the pressures of a judgmental family and nosey friends, you've been at your breaking point. But all that, coupled with a mean boyfriend finally sends you over the edge. In an effort to find peace, you finally take your dream trip to Iceland. However, you may be going from the frying pan to the fire.

I woke up in a teenager's room. Where the hell am I? I look at myself and noticed that my hands were small. As in small! Wtf?! I found a mirror and I decided to take a look of myself.. "HOLY MOTHER OF A COW!" I screamed so loud that even the neighbors of this house can hear. I also noticed my voice! It's a child's voice for f*ck's sake! I suddenly heard the door opening and a man coming in. "Oh,you're awake."

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Screams, why can I hear screams? I frantically sat up, looking around the room. Nothing. I rubbed my eyes, trying to wake myself up. After another glance around I slowly climbed out of bed, walking towards my closed door. Closed? I never have my door closed at night, but tonight it was. I gently turned the handle, trying to make no noise. The door wasn't so forgiving, it creaked with every little movement. Then, the screaming stopped, leaving behind muffled whimpers. What was going on? Do I dare leave my room?

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