The Demon Girl

The Demon Girl

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It's Madeline Night's first time in her new house in Portland Maine. She's very excited, but even more anxious. Right when she walks in, a shiver goes down her back. She didn't like the feeling of the way the house felt to her, it just wasn't right. She walks around the house to find creepy old photos and old books. When she walks into her room, the lights flickered and she had the feeling someone was watching her. Then she went to check out the backyard. Huge trees hung over. Her backyard was the woods. Suddenly everything went dark. It was so cold. Then I saw a face. It was calling to me. It was saying come to me. And that's how it all began.
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