A wonderful night to die

Tap tap tap

The branch hit the window for the thousandth time. Southern California was in the middle of the Storm of the Century, and though she had security on-call, Mary had never felt more alone in her life. Living on the beach was both a blessing and a curse. When her roommate was there with her, she never felt like this. She felt safe, loved, and warm. It was her weekend away, and Mary couldn’t shake the fear that she was being watched. Maybe it was the knocking on the window or the wind coming off the ocean. Either way, there was an eerie howl that sent shivers up her spine. Every hair on her body seemed to stand at attention, making her even more paranoid than usual.

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A dream, or was it?

Damp lashes matted together, no sleep for the wicked, or is that no rest? Either or, day three of the sandman’s absence took a toll on not only the body but the mind. You see things when the body lacks a vital need to survive. “nope, I won’t allow you to come. Not tonight, not ever,” she whispered to the dark circles that formed beneath her eyes. If she sleeps, he comes and steals another piece of her flesh. It started with the bite, then a scratch deep within her core, and now, he was stealing tiny slivers of skin each time she closed her eyes. His talent to wash her brain with all the pain that darkened his door placed her in a chokehold without binds.

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“Come on, Charlie, stop hiding.”

Behind the closet door, a soft giggle seeps from under the ill-fitting door. No light, just the sound of a child’s laugh in almost a creepy sadist fashion. I’ve always known Charlie. He was my childhood friend, a confidant to a lonely child, and the only one who made the bad things go away. Being the typical latch key kid, Charlie was the only friend I had.

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Innocence sold

With college only a month away, there was one thing on this list that I hadn’t accomplished yet. Backtracking for a second, I made a list on graduation day of things I would achieve over the summer. All of them had done, but one. I was 18, attractive, and a virgin. Probably the last one on earth. I grew up in an ultra-conservative home. I am a firm believer that my parents fucked once, and that was when they conceived me.

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