The silent killer
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Ongoing30m
Last published Tue, Jan 24, 2017
At the age of four she could hear them. Their echoing screams filled her mind and swamped out any other feelings. Their cries of anguish grew and by the time she was seven she could see their shadows. Faint outlines swimming around in her head. At eleven she could see the full horror. People screaming, clawing their faces. Blood everywhere. But when she turned thirteen something unexpected happened...
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