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All the Wrong Reasons

All the Wrong Reasons

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Horror
"Help! Help!" I heard the screams from outside. I ran around the house to the bathroom window, the blinds were luckily opened just a smidge. I saw the victim lying in the tub, with no shirt. a masked figure on the side of the tub, was holding down the victim, and pressing a blade to their stomach, blood dripping into the tub. I had done this a thousand times, pulled off the screen to the window. all the windows in the house were always unlocked. I slid open the window and creeped up behind the masked predator. the victim stopped screaming so much, tears still streaming down their face. they no longer needed to call for help. help was here.
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Save Me

I was drowning. I knew that. I also knew that the hands around my throat, pushing me deeper into the river water was the cause. What I didn't know was who was drowning me and why. It hurt thinking. It hurt to do anything right now. But I still screamed under the cold water and pushed the hands away as hard as I could. It didn't have much effect. I fought and fought, but I was getting weaker, and colder. The pain was overbearing. I couldn't breathe. It was the worst pain imaginable; and as the hands that were around my neck were forcibly ripped off by some unknown force, I slipped deeper into the depths of the river. My hair was straight above me along with my arms. My eyes were open and the water burned. A darkness started to pull me under, taking the pain away. I felt a small pressure around my waist, before the darkness completely consumed me. The last thing I remember is thinking, save me.

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