The Border

The Border

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WpMetadataReadComplete Wed, Mar 30, 2016<5 mins
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Horror
The Border is a story about a character who was once haunted by the evil horsemen that are summoned when a person stays on their border. He doesn't remember about this, until one night when he was coming back from the movies something follows him, some kind of ghost. He runs to his house to take shelter from this evil, but the spirit manages to get to him and tells him REMEMBER. This is when he starts remembering what had happened on this border, which I'm going to leave to you to read. I wrote this story when I was 10 years old and I think it's surprisingly interesting for this age. I fixed it a little bit added more details and posted it here. So have fun and I hope you enjoy. (All rights reserved).
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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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