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Ongoing, First published Jul 28, 2015
What is touching my hand? I asked silently to myself. Slowly I opened my eyes. My vision was still trying to focus to the dark. When it did, I turned my head to the edge of the bed to see a person with long hair and their hand in my hand. They looked up and snatched their hand away. A girl? She, I think, ran to my closet and closed the door. What, or who was that? I sat up, backed all the way to the wall my bed was beside and just stared at my closet. It was only 1 am my parents were still asleep. For some reason I couldn't get the motive to get them nor scream for them. No sleep for Tyler Huges Jefferson tonight.All Rights Reserved
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