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Les Fleur Sauvage
Down a Twisted Road
It is a full moon on a stormy night, deep in the woods, down a twisted road there is a old farm house. A girl lies in her bed upstairs in her room, is startled by thunder. The howling wind makes the house creak. In a cold sweat she holds her breath. She feels like their is someone is in her room and senses someone staring at her. She sees something out of the corner of her eye but she is too afraid to look. Slowly pulling the covers over her head she begins to tremble. Her imagination starts to run wild. She can fell her heart pounding. She feels like she is frozen and she can't move, she feels trapped. Thinking to herself,
"I'm the only home but I know there
is someone in my room."
Lighting strikes, cracking ! The window shakes
! In desperation she grabs the phone, but
there is no dial tone. The phone is dead!
Then she sees it an old wrinkled face that
seems to be apart of the floor. The wind
blows the window open that slams the door.
She was right she is not alone any more.
Screaming she runs into he corner of the
room and curls up into a ball. She sees the
face slide across the floor and slips up
the wall. She begins to cry.
The face now on the ceiling speaks.
"My child, can't you see that your body still lies on your bed asleep?"
The terrified young girl, wide-eyed looks toward her bed and sees herself lying there. With a spine chilling evil voice, the face on the ceiling continues by saying,
"For you see my child, you have slipped into my world, and it is not you're body, but you're spirit I shall reap."
by Julie Smith
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