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Horror
After a 14 year old girl named Renesmee was shot dead at her house, people feel her presence in the town. In a cold October, a 911 call from a 16 year old teen lead the police to an abandoned house. She said she saw someone strange in this house. This house has been abandoned for over a decade. . No clues have been found yet. No bodies have been discovered. No 911 calls. No movement. Silence. That's all there is in this small town called Hills Town. What they soon discover, will leave you speechless . Just remember, Renesmee made the 911 call.
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(Prequel to Clair de Lune) "We're born to believe the opposite of different is normal, and vice versa. Well, I'm the opposite of both." I lost my parents just before my fifteenth birthday. The circumstances were deemed accidental and it was swept under the rug. Truth is, someone covered up the whole situation and I was sent somewhere I knew no one would find me. I was swept under the rug too. Critter Ridge Orphanage is an old building placed in the pines somewhere in the state of New Jersey, run by a kindly woman and housing a family of others like me. Boys and girls all different in their own aspects. They didn't like me and I didn't like them, which was fine. Miss Huld, the owner, seemed to like me enough and that was all I needed. Things changed, though. They found a dead body on our property and everyone scrambled to lock the doors and bar the windows. The normal kids at school all started to edge away from us, from me in particular. They called us witches and devil worshippers. They were scared they might be next. I couldn't keep my nose out of where it didn't belong and then everyone was involved in the mystery. There's ghosts around every corner in this house, and if we don't figure out what's wrong here, we might just become the next ones.

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