where the devil sleeps

where the devil sleeps

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so basically its a short horror story let me know what you guys think I did this in about 3 hours during my English class its a piece of my work comments and suggestions are greatly appreciated. basically friends go camping and tell the story of the house at the back of the woods where the little girl was possessed
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"Go find someone else to feed your ego. I'm busy" -- Having lost everything to the supernaturals they once thought just stories, humans find themselves struggling to survive. Not even their technology can help them this time. Follow Arlein Moore as she navigates her new life in this new, unnatural, world. ---- "MINE" Came a rumbling voice across the crowded street. "shit" The young girl makes eye contact with the stranger across the street before taking off into the dark forest behind her. She runs as fast as she can, dropping her previously important cargo in her desperation to get the river. She know she can't out run him for long, but she has to get her family's scent off her. She knows that he could hunt down her family because she dared to love another. She'd seen the horrors of those found to be like her, in love with another. She knew she wouldn't be able to live with herself if the monster chasing her hurt her family. The river comes into view when a bone curling growl sounds throughout the forest, shaking the trees. A few more seconds she thinks to herself, almost there. At the last step she jumps, flinging herself into the water. Frantically she scrapes at her skin to get their scents off, but knowing she can't be caught de-scenting she starting swimming down stream. Better to be caught running than them thinking you have something to hide.

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