Chapter 1 "Stories"

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"Come on Bella!" Daisy shouted annoyed. "Well, I'm sorry! My stomach is hungry." Bella said sarcastically. "You mean our stomach?"  Daisy replied. "I mean, I guess," Bella mumbled. I know what you're thinking. This writer is crazy but really, I'm telling a story about Daisy and Bella. They're conjoined twins. Both with blond hair down to their shoulders. Bella and Daisy are both about 12.  "Girls! I'm going to the store!" their mother called. "Ok!" they called back. They heard the door close with a click. Bella and Daisy felt a stab of pain for they could remember their father. They lived on a farm with a giant cornfield in the back. Their father had gotten into a tractor accident and been killed. Bella and Daisy looked at each other with a mischievous smile. "Cornfield?" Bella asked. "Duh," Daisy responded. When they had bought the farm the old owners were very surprised. "Y-you know there's an old mansion in the back of the cornfield?" The owners had said. Bella and Daisy had looked at each other in shock after the owner said that. "At least that's the story."

  The owners could sense that the girls would want to buy the house even more as they began the story. "Years and years ago when this farm was a mansion with a gargantuan guest house, the old owners had a little girl and boy, twins. "Conjoined?!" Daisy blurted. "No." The owner replied annoyed. "Anyway, the girl and boy decided to go out to the guest house. It was just as beautiful as the normal mansion they lived in. As they headed out to the guest house holding hands. As they entered they hadn't realized that the one creak they made had woken up the person who wasn't a guest or might've not been a person at all. Nobody knows what happened next until the parents heard two screams and ran to the guest house. Blood splattered the floor and stained the expensive carpet yet there were no bodies. The closet door flung open and-"

 The owner stopped. "AND?!" The twins shouted. "And that's where the story ends." The owner responded with an evil grin. The twins were finally alone and had time to go to the cornfield and see if the story was real or not. The store was so far from the house it takes a pretty long time even with horses. Which is what their mother was riding in. "Snacks?" Bella asked. "You can see what I'm doing!" Daisy shouted annoyed. "Right." Daisy did an eye roll. They packed a backpack with food, water, ghost traps, and flashlights. "I guess no one wanted to go into the house because of the story." Daisy guessed. "Well I mean obviously!" Bella snapped back. 

As the girls walked out and into the never-ending cornfield. 

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