One Sided Conversations

One Sided Conversations

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"I've heard of fans supposedly falling in love with fictional characters, but this seems a little extreme." Roland thinks his life can't possibly change any more than it already has. Moving from the city to the countryside with his mom has taken away his friends, his school, half his family and the little apartment they lived in. But after a few days of living in an old house that was supposed to be abandoned for a century, Roland finds a video cassette sealed away in his bedroom. And watching it did the last thing he thought was possible. It changed everything. Suddenly Roland possessed every clue and was hot on the trail of this small town's big mystery; the sudden disappearance of a certain young teenage girl. The girl that the whole town had concluded was dead, he discovered was alive. And he was determined to find her.
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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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