My vampire friend

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I was walking in a normal way when suddenly I saw ashes of a dead body it was scary. I went into my room and the ashes were following me. Investigated and tired.All Rights Reserved

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Chapter 2
Sat, Feb 7, 2015

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Chapter 2
Sat, Feb 7, 2015

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I didn't want to. I wouldn't. I won't. But suddenly I was doing it. I didn't even register my feet hitting the fourteen steps it took to get up the stairs. My brain ignored the ninth step and how creaky and loud it was. And then I was there. Finding a towel and a change of clothes. All because he had told me to.

I tried to wriggle my arms and legs but just ended up feeling more exhausted and thirsty. I had a sudden urge to use the restroom but I felt helpless. "Pl...please...water...", I tried to scream but it came out more of a whisper. I heard footsteps approaching me and he stopped a few metres away from me and waited. "Please", I begged him. He came closer and poured the water on my mouth. I tried to drink it all but ended up leaving most of it on my dress. "Who are you? Why did you take me?", I asked him but there was no response. "Please let me go!", I cried. "Not so soon darling", came a hoarse reply. "Why are you doing this to me?", I asked him. "If I tell you that, what's the fun in it darling?", he asked with a sadistic smile. The peaceful life of Callie Brown turns into chaos when she goes missing. Read more to find out what happened to Callie Brown and if she survived.

A year ago, on a whim, I told my wife a story. The content was bizarre, and the details were all too real, which frightened her to the point where she was beside herself. The look in her eyes towards me was filled with fear. That night, she fled into the bathroom, locked the door, and called the police. As a result, I ended up in prison.

"Hello? Can anyone hear me?" Everything was pitch black. Suddenly, woken up from a nap the surroundings changed. It looks like... I'm in a classroom. TW: Mentions of blood, a little gore and deaths

The day when the rain began the bitch said to be dead, I didn't know whether it was true or a lie but had no choice or traces but to assume that bitch was alive. Everyone pushed to believe that bitch was dead, killed, or else suicide. Police were investigating whether the bitch was killed or kicked the bucket, but some external things pushed them to investigate it. Whatever it was going to be, bitch's gone.

I was drowning. I knew that. I also knew that the hands around my throat, pushing me deeper into the river water was the cause. What I didn't know was who was drowning me and why. It hurt thinking. It hurt to do anything right now. But I still screamed under the cold water and pushed the hands away as hard as I could. It didn't have much effect. I fought and fought, but I was getting weaker, and colder. The pain was overbearing. I couldn't breathe. It was the worst pain imaginable; and as the hands that were around my neck were forcibly ripped off by some unknown force, I slipped deeper into the depths of the river. My hair was straight above me along with my arms. My eyes were open and the water burned. A darkness started to pull me under, taking the pain away. I felt a small pressure around my waist, before the darkness completely consumed me. The last thing I remember is thinking, save me.

I was just laying down on my bed, cuddled up with a book, when I heard a faint creak on the stairs. The sound was muffled seeing as the door was shut, but I heard it nevertheless. My eyes wandered to the door and I tried to be as silent as possible in my attempt to locate another sound. My body was tense, but relaxed when I didn't hear another noise. It's probably just my imagination, I thought. My paranoia was probably just getting the best of me since I was home alone. I heard the stairs creak again however and I heard... Footsteps. I put my book down slowly and got off my bed as quietly as I could. Yes, those were definitely footsteps. I opened my door slowly, trying to be as silent as possible. There was someone already on the other side of the door, however, and I screamed. Girl x Girl I suppose?? Doesn't really revolve around it but there is some Girl x Girl ish in here so... yeah.

All I could hear was the frantic thrumming of my heartbeat against my chest. The alarm sirens were a light humming in the background. My limbs were shaking from exhaustion, including the extra limbs protruding from my back. My breath came out rapidly but, I couldn't seem to get enough oxygen to my lungs. My eyes burned from the force of the air whipping past them. " No Razor! You can't stop, I'm right behind you. Keep going!" I heard a familiar voice say that seemed close but, distant. Following the voices orders I pushed my body to go faster and to ignore the pain of exaustion. "There she is!"

I remember when I was 3 I was playing with my stuff animals when I heard voices coming from the front room. I left my playroom with my stuffies in my arms and that's when I saw blood on the floor and the walls, "but that was 13 years ago" I am now 16 years old. and I now would be living in Japan for awhile to distract myself with things but that didn't work well. as I went on a walk one night to calm my nerves down, I ended up passing out from lack of sleep. when I woke up I wasn't in my home I was somewhere else...

It was cold and dark. I had to find shelter. I saw an abandoned restaurant and thought that that'd be a nice place to wait out the storm at. Little did I know that I wouldn't be allowed to leave. Ever.

Stockholm Syndrome

I didn't want to. I wouldn't. I won't. But suddenly I was doing it. I didn't even register my feet hitting the fourteen steps it took to get up the stairs. My brain ignored the ninth step and how creaky and loud it was. And then I was there. Finding a towel and a change of clothes. All because he had told me to.

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