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I felt the spirit in the room, and my eyes darted around, finally landing on a young man — he was the spitting image of Emma. They’re twins, I thought, dreading the strong connection they had established since birth.
His teeth chattered each time he opened his mouth attempting to speak. “T-T-Tha-That’s no-n-not m-m-me up th-th-th-ere. It-t-it’s going-g t-t-to kill y-y-you.”
As they got closer, I could see their necks were at odd angles, as if they were all snapped – some even looked detached with strings of muscle trying to hold everything together.
And if I’m going to be honest with you, I didn’t feel bad at all. In some weird and twisted way, all this amazed me.
“I thought realtors were supposed to discuss when there’s something wrong with the house.”
You never cared to know my name; you always referred to me as “the creep who lives down the street.” It hurt my feelings; I was a nice guy, why couldn’t you see that?
“Kill her. No-no-no. Yes – I love getting away with it, no – I can’t she’s my friend. Tonight – yes, yes – no.”
Laughter filled the playground when the clown was there; joy was in the air. Kids looked forward to recess solely to see the clown and the tricks he had up his sleeve for that day. Eventually, the laughter came to an abrupt end when the clown began to lure kids into the forest adjacent to the school.
“The forum refreshed, and there it was – a brand new post titled: ‘I Did the Elevator Ritual Last Night…Something Went Wrong’. I clicked on the title, noticing there were over two hundred comments on it already.”
