Who Ever Thought Mikey Was A Witch?
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In a desolate dark abandoned room there was nothing. Nothing except a glimpse of red Mikey could see before her. At that moment the fear of waking up soaked in sweat, and somewhere she had never been, nor imagined, was rising up inside her. I know, very cliché, as the colour red is known for its connection with danger, evil. To words that were constantly used to describe the worst people on this planet. The fear rising up in her was no doubt obvious, the stupid look on her face, the drips of sweat running down from her forehead. The fear was also good, in a way. It got her prepared for the next event that occured, the roaring voice that made her stop squinting and open her eyes fully. The roaring voice that announced the start, of what was then going to be, the most important days of her life.
Previously titles Who Ever Thought Mikey Would Be A Witch?
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