The Special Trade
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Last published Fri, Feb 23, 2024
If there's one thing in the world that I love more anything, it would be horror stories(along with some movies). I have always thought living in horror stories would be fun and full of excitement but I could have never been more wrong.
The difference is whenever you're living it the adrenaline sinks in and sometimes it would be hard to breathe or will be hard to even think of what to do other than run, but whenever you're reading or watching it, there is no adrenaline and you can think of millions of things to do in that moment.
Whether you would fight them, run from them, kill them or hospitalize them. They will be so many options you could think of to do to an antagonist in a story. It's a whole different story though whenever we are talking about doing something in the moment. You mind goes blank and you may be able to think of a few things but the number one thing is to run.
So for the many people that said there's no difference, there most definitely is. I'm Summer Rhodes and this is my horror story.
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