The Closet Full of Nightmares.

'"Oi, don't pity me!" He yelled, pointing a finger at me. "And girls shouldn't make expressions like that!"

"Actually I wasn't really going to pity you..." I remarked, "Anyways, how's death been?" The blond put his hand into a strangling position and growled at me. "And by any chance do you have his number..? I heard he was hot." 'Tattoos and piercings, yum.' I subconsciously lick my lips.

"What's wrong with you?!" The blond guy exclaimed loudly, throwing his hands into the air now. "Aren't you like, I don't know, twelve!?"

"And aren't you in your elderly years, Grandpa?" I countered back, his face splattered with a faint blush.

"W-Wha..?!" He then did the idiotic thing and tried to cover up his face with his hand. "I'm not that old, brat!"

"Oh, I'm sorry but those wrinkles on your forehead say differ, Gramps." His hand soon shot up to his forehead.

"Wrinkles..?!"

"Yeah, see riiiiiiiggghhht here." I slam my fist hard into his nose.

"OUCH! THAT'S NOT EVEN MY FREAK'N FOREHEAD, BRAT!"

"Oops my bad." I say dryly, standing on my tippy-toes and continuing to hit his head. "Maybe here..? Or here. Ah, it could be right here also..."

"NOW YOU'RE JUST HITTING ME!!"

"Wow, you just figured that out?"'

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Meet 12 year old Savannah Mason. Is she normal? Nope. Special? Probably.

Since about 2 months ago Savannah's has had dreams about people dying. Which is weird for a girl who hates blood and horror films. So why does she have them? Even she doesn't know the answer.

After moving across country, she thought that nothing would really change...but some strange stuff has been happening. A guy who is everywhere you turn? And a pathetic high school tutor?

What else can happen?

Read as this sarcastic red head joins the battle for...well something important, I hope.

**WARNING: This story may contain strong language. If you don't like cursing, Savannah isn't the character for you.**

*~#357 in Paranormal~*