ONCE SECRET, TWICE TOLD
[A New Story From the Author of HELLO, MY NAME IS: DEATH Series - BuffyFaithfan1]
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Chapter Three: A House is Not a Home
ONE WEEK LATER…
Jessika had packed everything she would need, miscellaneous wise anyways. She wouldn’t pack her clothes until a day or two before they left because what if she needed to wear something she packed away? Then she would have to dig through everything just to find it. Jessika zipped the last bag and put it by the other one by the door. So far she only had two bags. For her clothes she would use the Space Bag that her parents got her from the TV infomercial and make them as small as she could and pack them in this giant suitcase she got from her Grandma Edna two springs ago and put the two bags into the suitcase so she only had to carry the suitcase itself.
Her mom was already gone and her dad was all business man-like and she didn’t really like it. But then again, her parents were always businessy. Jessika had texted a few of her friends and wondered if anyone would like to go, even posted a post on Facebook, but she didn’t get a comment on it or any text messages back saying they would go. If she did, it was to tell her no they can’t or no they don’t want to go. Finding this out, she had sighed.
‘All alone.’ She thought. ‘Heading back to the horrors all…alone.’
Laying down watching the rest of “RINGER”, her cell phone bleeped. She
opened the text message. It was from someone called NEVERfearIMhere from Facebook. She opened the text message, confused.
Well, well. Returning to a place where darkness stirred? Be careful. You never know when the darkness will come back to haunt you. – N.F.I.H.
Jessika stared at the screen confused and realized that she had accepted a friend request with this exact name a week ago today when she put the post online. She always accepted, even if it were role-players pretending to be book/movie/TV characters. Sometimes, even dead people. She always expected them because she didn’t want to look mean. She wasn’t that type of girl. She knew she would probably never meet this person or talk to them so she just accepted to make her friend count happy and the requester happy.
But this…how did they get her number? She read the message again realizing she never posted her number on Facebook like some people did. She didn’t want this exact thing to happen. She read it a few more times and realized two things.
1.) N.F.I.H. was talking about her horror-filled night in the attic three years ago
2.) N.F.I.H. was doing what she had just finished reading about a month ago.
A month ago, Jessika had finished Sara Shepards “Pretty Little Liars” novels
where four pretty girls got text message kind of like this. But why would someone who didn’t even know Jessika want to pull an A? She didn’t know them, afterall.
Or did she?
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ONE WEEK LATER…
A week had gone by since Jessika received that text message. She went to her Facebook profile and looked up NEVERfearIMhere’s profile and couldn’t figure out who it was. All it had were pictures of TV show promotional posters, cast photos, and other randomness. Out of all the 155 photos, there was no sign of telling who NEVERfearIMhere was. So, seeing how Jessika never got any more messages from him/her/it/whatever, she plopped down at her desk and looked at the blank screen. She had opened a new Microsoft Word document but couldn’t pull herself to the present to create anything new or write anything random just to fill time.
And just as she started thinking of something to create on the blank document, her cell phone dinged. She clicked the SLEEP button again to wake her BlackBerry Torch 4G up and found that it was still opened to the message from NFIH.
Well, well. Returning to a place where darkness stirred? Be careful. You never know when the darkness will come back to haunt you. – N.F.I.H.
Jessika then put the phone aside, ignoring the new text message she had just received, and minimized the document to reveal her desktop. She double clicked on a file that read “My Pixx!” and began to surf through them for a certain picture. Once she found it, she opened it up to see a house that was made of bricks on the outside. It had a small chimney duct that ran at the south side of the house and had windows all over. A big glass sliding door stood on the patio and swing hung from the over-hang roof. There Jessika sat, on the swing, while her cousins sat at the picnic table in front of Jessika.
Jessika sighed.
“This house is never going to be my home.” Jessika said to herself out loud and heard her phone ding again. This time, Jessika opened up the newest message before the first one she ignored.
Don’t ignore me. You’ll be sorry. – N.F.I.H.
Jessika scrolled down to the previous message she ignored and read:
Your new home will be full of good memories and good times, from the past and the ones yet to come. Try not to get too attached. – N.F.I.H.
Jessika gasped and looked back up at the picture on her computer. Far off in the right hand corner, for the first time ever, she saw a shadow. The shadow didn’t belong to anyone in the picture, not even from the trees, plants, or anything else behind the camera’s view.
The shadow took the shape of a man.
[A New Story From the Author of HELLO, MY NAME IS: DEATH Series - BuffyFaithfan1]
________________________________
Chapter Three: A House is Not a Home
ONE WEEK LATER…
Jessika had packed everything she would need, miscellaneous wise anyways. She wouldn’t pack her clothes until a day or two before they left because what if she needed to wear something she packed away? Then she would have to dig through everything just to find it. Jessika zipped the last bag and put it by the other one by the door. So far she only had two bags. For her clothes she would use the Space Bag that her parents got her from the TV infomercial and make them as small as she could and pack them in this giant suitcase she got from her Grandma Edna two springs ago and put the two bags into the suitcase so she only had to carry the suitcase itself.
Her mom was already gone and her dad was all business man-like and she didn’t really like it. But then again, her parents were always businessy. Jessika had texted a few of her friends and wondered if anyone would like to go, even posted a post on Facebook, but she didn’t get a comment on it or any text messages back saying they would go. If she did, it was to tell her no they can’t or no they don’t want to go. Finding this out, she had sighed.
‘All alone.’ She thought. ‘Heading back to the horrors all…alone.’
Laying down watching the rest of “RINGER”, her cell phone bleeped. She
opened the text message. It was from someone called NEVERfearIMhere from Facebook. She opened the text message, confused.
Well, well. Returning to a place where darkness stirred? Be careful. You never know when the darkness will come back to haunt you. – N.F.I.H.
Jessika stared at the screen confused and realized that she had accepted a friend request with this exact name a week ago today when she put the post online. She always accepted, even if it were role-players pretending to be book/movie/TV characters. Sometimes, even dead people. She always expected them because she didn’t want to look mean. She wasn’t that type of girl. She knew she would probably never meet this person or talk to them so she just accepted to make her friend count happy and the requester happy.
But this…how did they get her number? She read the message again realizing she never posted her number on Facebook like some people did. She didn’t want this exact thing to happen. She read it a few more times and realized two things.
1.) N.F.I.H. was talking about her horror-filled night in the attic three years ago
2.) N.F.I.H. was doing what she had just finished reading about a month ago.
A month ago, Jessika had finished Sara Shepards “Pretty Little Liars” novels
where four pretty girls got text message kind of like this. But why would someone who didn’t even know Jessika want to pull an A? She didn’t know them, afterall.
Or did she?
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ONE WEEK LATER…
A week had gone by since Jessika received that text message. She went to her Facebook profile and looked up NEVERfearIMhere’s profile and couldn’t figure out who it was. All it had were pictures of TV show promotional posters, cast photos, and other randomness. Out of all the 155 photos, there was no sign of telling who NEVERfearIMhere was. So, seeing how Jessika never got any more messages from him/her/it/whatever, she plopped down at her desk and looked at the blank screen. She had opened a new Microsoft Word document but couldn’t pull herself to the present to create anything new or write anything random just to fill time.
And just as she started thinking of something to create on the blank document, her cell phone dinged. She clicked the SLEEP button again to wake her BlackBerry Torch 4G up and found that it was still opened to the message from NFIH.
Well, well. Returning to a place where darkness stirred? Be careful. You never know when the darkness will come back to haunt you. – N.F.I.H.
Jessika then put the phone aside, ignoring the new text message she had just received, and minimized the document to reveal her desktop. She double clicked on a file that read “My Pixx!” and began to surf through them for a certain picture. Once she found it, she opened it up to see a house that was made of bricks on the outside. It had a small chimney duct that ran at the south side of the house and had windows all over. A big glass sliding door stood on the patio and swing hung from the over-hang roof. There Jessika sat, on the swing, while her cousins sat at the picnic table in front of Jessika.
Jessika sighed.
“This house is never going to be my home.” Jessika said to herself out loud and heard her phone ding again. This time, Jessika opened up the newest message before the first one she ignored.
Don’t ignore me. You’ll be sorry. – N.F.I.H.
Jessika scrolled down to the previous message she ignored and read:
Your new home will be full of good memories and good times, from the past and the ones yet to come. Try not to get too attached. – N.F.I.H.
Jessika gasped and looked back up at the picture on her computer. Far off in the right hand corner, for the first time ever, she saw a shadow. The shadow didn’t belong to anyone in the picture, not even from the trees, plants, or anything else behind the camera’s view.
The shadow took the shape of a man.
Summary: Edward was investigating the perfect murder. Part of his job was to protect the only witness's identity from the murderer. But can he control his feelings for her, and can he handle the secrets she hides? AH/AU;E/B
If you like this one, make sure to check out the other stories listed on my profile! Thanks, and I hope you enjoy it!
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It is being reported that Taylor Lautner snagged an amazing 7.5 million to star in Northern Lights opposite Tom Cruise. Nikki Finki has deduced that with this sum of money Lautner has sky rocketed to being the highest paid teenaged actor in Hollywood over Zac Efron and Miley Cyrus. Fans of Twilight might think he’s worth the price tag, but as Cinema Blend points out, Lautner hasn’t carried a film on his own yet which makes the paycheck that much more impressive.
“Given that Lautner hasn’t carried a single movie without the word Twilight in the title, that’s a pretty significant gamble. Robert Pattinson’s projects beyond Twilight haven’t really gone anywhere, though granted, he hasn’t been groomed as a new star by a studio in the same way. But can the Twilight effect carry on without Bella lurking somewhere in the frame?”
January 2, 2010 ·
Coming in at number 4 the infamous crash scene from Twilight, on Moviefones top 25 Movie Moments of the Decade.
How could anyone ever forget that scene? When I first read Twilight, and read that part, the hair was standing up on my arms and I held my breath. To actually see that on the big screen was amazing. That one scene set all future events for the Twilight Saga in place, and marked the beginning of Bella and Edward’s journey. Even though it was not exactly like the book — it was dead on in all the important aspects. I was quite pleased with how that scene turned out.
This is a poem I wrote in my spare time. I morphed it into a song and entered a contest with it. I won 3rd place! Hope you like.
Repeat: This is about TWILIGHT. No other books.
Going in alone.
No turning back.
I have good intentions,
But this might be my last chance.
I wonder, is the choice I'm about to make,
Really the path I should take.
Hunting me down,
Evil dreams,
Lurking in the shadows,full of pain.
Don't understand,
I'm tired of mind games,
But in the mirror, it's all the same.
Blink of an eye,
Might actually have to say goodbye,
But I hear the voice of my guardian angel,
Calling my name.
Not my last fight,
Not my last hope,
Not my last wish,
Not my last breath...
For now, my heart is mending,
but I'm still alive.
This is about the confrontation with James at the end of the book.
I hope you like it. Rate and review. I'm having doubts...
Repeat: This is about TWILIGHT. No other books.
Going in alone.
No turning back.
I have good intentions,
But this might be my last chance.
I wonder, is the choice I'm about to make,
Really the path I should take.
Hunting me down,
Evil dreams,
Lurking in the shadows,full of pain.
Don't understand,
I'm tired of mind games,
But in the mirror, it's all the same.
Blink of an eye,
Might actually have to say goodbye,
But I hear the voice of my guardian angel,
Calling my name.
Not my last fight,
Not my last hope,
Not my last wish,
Not my last breath...
For now, my heart is mending,
but I'm still alive.
This is about the confrontation with James at the end of the book.
I hope you like it. Rate and review. I'm having doubts...
By Twilight_News
There is a casting scam going on regarding Breaking Dawn that has caught a couple of people. Lana Veenker, who cast several of the roles in Twilight, explains how the scam works and how not to get caught up in something like that!
“If you’ve been around my blog for a while, you know how much we hate, HATE, HATE scam artists who prey on aspiring actors and movie fans (especially kids) with fake casting calls.
A new one involving Breaking Dawn, the final installment in the Twilight series, has come to my attention. BE WARNED! As I’ve done in the past, I’m going to dissect it, show you all the red flags and demonstrate how I did the research to uncover the scam artist behind it all.
So next time you get an email like the one below or see something online that sounds too good to be true, you’ll know how to dissect it yourself to find out if it’s bogus or for real. Take note!