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poniesaremybffs said:
as Hannah Stanley walked down hallway, the wood boards were cold under her feet. Everything was pitch black, everyone but her asleep. Hannah's breath was hot, taut, quick. She was not alone.
"Hello?" she whispered, chills running their icy fingers down her spine. The creak of an opening door greeted her question.
"Caleb, Daniel, Mom, Dad?!" She checked their rooms, only to find their sleeping bodies snuggled up in bundled blankets. 'Maybe it's Simon,' she thought, making clucking noises to attract the-maybe-cat.
Suddenly, a wintery frozen feeling rushes through Hannah's body, paralizing her momentarily. What was happening? Who was there?
Suddenly, Hannah felt an odd warm feeling, and everything went black.
When Hannah awoke, it was not to a happy family.
"Hey, Idiot! You owe me a new computer," Daniel bellowed in his annoying voice, pointing to a wiry pile of crumpled garbage to his left, one that used to be a laptop.
"Yes, and you will clean my room!" Caleb screeched. Mom nodded at that one, but not making Hannah replace a 1,000 dollar computer.
Hannah, me, didn'6t remember doing any of these things, and it seemed like they all happened after she fell asleep.
From that day on, Simon, our cat, was never the same. He scratched, clawed, bit, and was like a demon to any human that came near him. ONe year later, on that exact day, Simon died of natural causes.
All of this is 100% true. I can show you Simon's grave, or have you ask my family, but my brain cannot come up with siomething like this on its own.
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