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They say that when a person has been murdered; their earthbound spirit would find one of the last people they saw and curse their face with cracks until they help them find the killer. Or they haunt them viciously until they get their justice and in a turn of unfortunate events, that's exactly what my ex-best friend Bonnie Hendrix did to me on the night of her disappearance. I am not the reason why she disappeared; that much I know is true, but what can you do when you have no recollection of that night, and everyone suspects that you're the reason she's gone? *************** Do not steal my work! This story and the idea of this story solely belongs to me. If you do steal or even attempt to try, the darkest of bad juju will go your way ^.^
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Enver Williams is leading on a normal life but that is all ripped away from her when she is taken from her home town. When Enver comes to realize that there are others like her in more ways than one, she is determined to free herself and her newfound friends from the physiological torment of her closely supervised enclosure. ••• "Do I make you nervous, Enver?" Another idiotic question. "Wouldn't the man who kidnapped you and threatened to kill you make you nervous?" I snap at him. He only smiles an odd, crooked grin. I can make that disappear. "Wouldn't a murder make you nervous?" Now it's my turn to pull the strings. He looks at me with hurt in his eyes. "How many times do I have to say it?" He pauses, I guess hoping for some sort of mercy in my eyes, "I didn't kill her." "Liar!" I shout. "Why won't you believe me?!" "Would you believe yourself?" "It wasn't me who shot her," he sits on a stool, resting his elbows on his knees. "Then how do you know she was shot?" "I saw it. I saw him kill her," his voice was riddled with such pure vulnerability and pain it begged me to believe him. "Who?" I try to sound sympathetic, but it comes out as scared. Maybe, subconsciously, I am scared.

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