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Driven To Insanity
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Ongoing, First published May 28, 2016
Mature
One night a group of 5 friends have decided to have a nice, fun and relaxing night out during the weekend. Afterwards they all agree that they still have some time to waste before they have to go to bed and decide to take a nice, peaceful stroll around the dark streets of Abilene, Texas. Everything seems normal....that is....until one of the friends, Kirstin begins to feel a sudden chill and creepiness in the air. She begins to feel as if someone or rather SOMETHING is out to get them and end their lives without them even realizing it. Being the only one who notices it she begins to slowly drop down into her own little crazy town her mental health going down and her happiness shrinking as if she never even knew what it ever felt like to smile her whole life. The clock is ticking and their lives are hanging by the EVER smallest thread and before they know, PTX may be PERMANTLY done for whether they want it to end or not........
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