The Special Trade

The Special Trade

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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. MY DESCRIPTIONS SUCK
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You had been attending the same school for over 15 years, obviously because you were born in the small town in North Carolina. You were living a pretty normal life, till all of the abductions started happening in 1977. But lets go back a bit. Lets go back to the year 1976. You had been on a night shift on November 18th, 1976. There were many more people than your previous shift. Really the only people there were dropouts, druggies, drug dealers, freaks, and alcoholics. All around the ages 14-22. Everybody was pretty chill with eachother, except for a few people, but that was just the minority. You had been zoned out while staring at the clock, then suddenly heard a DING! Some kid wanted to buy some cigarettes again. You looked at him and he said "Jesus kid, you in a mental insitute or something? Snap out of it." you ringed him up after he asked you for a pack of camels, and then looked at a familiar guy playing pinball. The same blonde that got over 100,000 his last time he came. Everybody started hyping him up, so he's trying to beat 100,000. You remember the mess you had to clean up after some kid accidently knocked over a bunch of beer. You like to not think about how it ruined your favorite pair of shoes. He messed up again, and kicked the machine. You yelled out to him "That thing costs money you know." then he looked at you. His face almost looked angelic. But he had been the jerk of your highschool, so he couldn't be that angelic. He looked away and picked at his pockets. He pulled out nothing. He started walking up to you and started asking for a dime. "Come on, I feed you guys this money all the damn time. Plus you will just get it back." "Then maybe don't waste all your money on pinball. We've gained around $200 with you coming here almost everyday. Thanks for that." and then you smiled while picking up your book. He looked at you in anger, then you looked back up at him. He looked like he was in a bad mood. "Here's a dime." you said handing him a dime.

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