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kidnapped by Cameron dallas (ON HOLD)

kidnapped by Cameron dallas (ON HOLD)

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Mon, Nov 9, 2015
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A wisp of cool air hit me as i breathed in, glad to be home. I sat down my clutch and looked around. The place looked suspicious, almost like it wasn't my house. I knew there had to be something wrong. I remember before taking off at the library, i shut all of my lights and made sure the place was cleaned. I began to walk further in my apartment, my hairs were standing up, i knew something wasn't right, it was like i felt a presents. Like someone was here.
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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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