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I sit in the quite room. The stiff sheets on my bed making it hard to sleep, plus the pounding rain on the leaky roof. All of my sisters and brothers are asleep. If only I could creep down the stairs to get a cup of warm milk , but the stairs would creak and crack and wake my mom and dad or brothers and sisters. BOOM! A thunder bolt loudly snaps out of no where and is quickly followed by lightning. Shaking the whole house. I am to tired and restless to fall asleep, so I get up and tip toe to my note book on my nightstand. I grab my pen and jot down " BOOM & CLAP , THE THUNDER LOVES THE LIGHTING , FLASH & LIGHT , THE LONG RESTLESS NIGHT ONLY SHALL START WITH THE MOST PERFECT OF STORMS". As I carefully place my pen in the spine of the book and replace were the book was I hear ," hello" in a hushed tone , I look around , because as it was as if the storm had stopped for this hushed voice . As a matter of fact, the rain , it stopped. I sit and ponder , no lightning, no thunder . Hello
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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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