I step over to see why Michelle is laying in the corner by herself. Rocking back and fourth as the wooden floor creaks. As I stepped closer, Michelle slows down. Inch by inch, carefully tapping her shoulder asking "What i-" before I could finish my sentence, she quickly turned around with a nervous look on her face. "She is coming for me, for you, and the whole family." Michelle said. "Who is coming?" I asked. Michelle turned around slowly rocking back and fourth. On the wall she started to carve a message. I have said too much, don't scream when you see a face of a sewed up mouth, Hazel eyes, and long black hair. You will regret it. Save yourself, don't worry about me. I won't be able to talk because I have been caught, it's your job to save the family. I would've figured this would be some kind of joke, she claimed it was real. She just came back from a mental hospital 2 months ago. We might need to send her again.
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HorrorThat feeling of being watched is horrible. "it is just your imagination" mom says. Or is it? What if the person that's watching you actually is? It's no dream. Michelle can't seem to solve what is going on.
