The Witching Hour

The Witching Hour

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Mystery
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My mom told me I was moving in with my Aunt, I don't know her name, I don't know what she looks like, I don't even know if I'm in the right house. All I remember is 3 words sinked into my brain all I can think about. The Witching Hour
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It started when the rain fell. As it hit the windows rhythmically, I fought my sleep. Fighting off the demons in my dreams. I hadn't realized how real that dream became. Waking up to terrified screaming. My heart racing, the lighting striking and my family begging for their lives. I claimed myself as a coward that very same night. I hated myself. My depression became the best of me. What's worst then your family being slaughtered? Hiding in the closet from the killers. I should've helped, I should've been there for them. The pain between my chest and stomach was growing guilt. So I started thinking smart. Looking at everyone differently. I decided to reopen their cold cases. And when I found the truth it hit me deep.

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