I wake up in my bed to a weird scratching sound "oh it's just my window". I look at my walls, green just like the place "it" happened. I said to myself "no not now, I'm never getting back into that" and I drift back into the never ending nightmare I always have. I wake up again but no noise "mom" I yell but nobody responds "oh yea" I mutter and get up and get dressed and get some breakfast and go to the bus stop. Then wait for the bus to show up, late as usual but it's not that bad because "he" where there ugh I just can't stand that guy I even that his name, lance the tall weirdo with white hair and is always wearing this stupid red hood and for some reason he just has this Boston accent. So I got on the bus and immediately when to the back. "Hey, Thomas how you been man."lance said "Good (not really), so when's the next meeting?" "I don't know you'll have to ask clay..... Hey ya look a little down bud what's wrong?" "What they made me do is wrong." "Hey don't feel down we all did it in the same alley with the same thing." I know.... but" he cuts me off "hey don't go turning on us now!" "I can't I'm already to far in."
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Don't Ask
Mystery / Thrillera story about the guy who's all ways lonely but is tired of the shadows so decides to join a club and the they force him to do "it".
