Finding Love In Strange Places

Finding Love In Strange Places

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Prologue: I Trembled With Fear staring At The doll in My Hand... It Had Just Told Me one of the Most shocking and confushing things I've ever heard. What was more shocking was the fact that Voo-Doo actually worked ,I couldn't cope with it. My mind refused to believe that it was true. Let alone that I could do it and that my New family that I love was masters that it. But a Tiny part of me was bursting with exitement,This was amazing,This is truly un-Explain-Able. I Really Never imagined that I'd be here.. And that I'd find love in such a strange place. I turned Back to My Mom and Beamed with Joy.
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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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