SLEEP
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I slowly open my eyes and I saw Avril Lavigne staring down at me. I jolted upright upon seeing her pretty eyes emphasized by her very dark eyeliner which I think was a little too much. And then I realized it was just my poster taped on my ceiling. I'd have to constantly remind myself to remove that poster so it won't startle me whenever I wake up at midnight. Yes, I wake up at midnight. And I never really know why. It just started a couple years ago. I glanced at the bedside table to check my alarm clock that my Mom gave me on my birthday last year. She always gave me alarm clocks since I was a passionate sleeper. I don't complain though, cause the alarm clocks she gave me were actually kinda cool. Mickey's shorter glow in the dark hand points at one while the longer hand points at 2. 1:10 am. A little late than my usual waking-up-at-the-middle-of-the-night. plop.. I felt something cold at the top of my head. "what was that?" I asked to myself as I reached to touch my head. It was water. I looked up and saw that there was water dripping water from the ceiling, My Avril Lavigne poster was now wet. There probably was a leak or something. I stared at the poster for too long until the water was flowing like a waterfall. I panicked. It slowly filled my room. I ran to my door (and as cliché as it sounds) it won't budge. I tried to scream but no sound came out, I probably looked like a lunatic banging on my door with my mouth open wide as though I was screaming. The water is now knee-deep.
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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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