1D/5sos short story "children killhouse"

1D/5sos short story "children killhouse"

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"Hello?!" i called out into the darkness. "where am i?" "how did i get here?" All i can remember is following my mum through the woods and then it was dark.I heard a creak from the other side of the room. I looked over to my right and seen a light coming from a door -or so i assumed-. I heard footsteps coming from outside the door and i started trembling in terror. Tears welled up in my eyes and i started to panic. All of a sudden the door swung open with much force. Then i heard a man's voice- "your're the first one." he said in a creepy voice,then a loud bang was heard and i was left in the darkness.
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Something didn't feel right. I looked around my room slowly; cautiously; taking everything in and trying not to feel too nervous. Perhaps Lure was in my room right now, watching me, silently laughing to himself. I didn't doubt it. I slipped off my bed and walked around, hugging my waist, and tilted my head. I felt my rough ponytail slide against the back of my neck and over my shoulder as I moved. "Lure?" I hissed, "Lure, are you there?" I wandered around a little, for some reason feeling scared. But why? It was only Lure. He wouldn't hurt me, would he? "Okay, Lure. Quit it. I know it's you. Who else would it-" I stopped, startled, when I heard a strange sound that made me cringe. It was like fingernails being dragged across a chalkboard. I whipped around and came face-to-face with my mirror. Immediately, I saw the difference. Various scratches were displayed across the glass, forming words. It looked as if claws had written the words in the mirror. "Deepest apologies, but it was fun." (All credit goes to my sister, who wrote this when she was in the twelfth grade)

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