The Secret

The Secret

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I walked slowly to the table as my feet stumbled at the sight of it. It was big, very big. I read the words and thought to myself it couldn't be true..... But it was. I took a few deep breathes and tried to calm myself down. The words ran through my head as I fell to the floor and at that moment I realized everything had changed For good. I looked at the clock and it read twelve AM. I was so confused and weary that the thought of laying down and sleeping made me sick. I was just picturing it happening and what the computer spat at me. This wasn't good, I felt like being sick. The computer made a ding sound and an even worse thing popped up. It was like a spring, so unexpected yet frightening. I was horrified of what it read....
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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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