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Scary Terri {Book #1}

Scary Terri {Book #1}

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Just normal girls having a usual sleepover at my place. Hosting everyone in my room was a lot of work for a six year old. When all were there we played truth or dare but only the truth part. I could see in some people's faces that they were bored of truth and so was I. So I choose dare. To do this dare called Scary Terri. It's when you look in to a mirror and say Scary Terri three times. That's what I did into my princess mirror. But I got nothing. It was a folks tale. ** Five Years Later ** Now ready for my sleepover with the same people from the last. I knew this day was going to be something and it could be the night of my life. ** A Dare Is Something To Beware **
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This was unusual, I was normally home alone for a few hours before my parents arrived. "That's weird, why is everyone home?" I asked out loud. It was more for me then anyone else. "Aren't you home for a few hours by yourself?" Leslie questioned, her brown eyes staring into mine. "Yeah, I hope nothing bad has happened. Well only one way to find out" I said as I gathered up the courage to walk in. On the inside I was freaking out, my parents would only come home early if there was an emergency. I unlocked the door to hear voices coming from the living room. Dropping my bags I stopped dead in my tracks, one voice sounded very familiar a little too familiar. No it couldn't be him, we moved away years ago. He wouldn't have the nerve to face me after what he did, coward. Slowly dragging my feet I made my way to the living room. What I saw before me turned my face ghost white. My worst nightmare confirmed, there he was, Max, sitting on my couch, in my living room, in my house.

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