Neon Roses
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Última publicación dom, nov 30, 2014
The story of a group of school kids walking home from a party. They feel weird winds like someone was staring at them. They hear rustles in the bushes behind them, and when they look, poof! Nothing's there. Why do they feel like this? What's going on? Read this story to find out.
A/N: I'm gonna try my best to make this creepy. I'm not entirely sure how to do it. This is my first "horror" story, so it might not be very horror-y. Thanks!
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