One late night we were walking around this golf course. We were in the middle of deep conversations.
"Where I used to live I had this one friend. She loved scary movies. One time she took a video of me getting dumped in fake blood and showed it to everyone. Like Carrie." She told me.
"What the?"
"Her favorite movie was nightmare on elm street. She lived by me and so one night I ran to her house. I folded up paper and wrapped it around my fingers to look like the Freddy Krueger nails. Her room had a balcony. I climbed up to her balcony and started tapping on her window with the nails and a knife. I was really pissed off at her. She woke up and started screaming and freaked out to her parents and called the cops. I ran home and she never found out it was me. But her parents didn't believe her. She switched rooms. She got put on medication. Everyone thought she was crazy."
"Jeez remind me never to get on your bad side."
That was one of quite a few weird stories she told me that night.
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we had the same name
Short StoryIn which two girls with the same name become best friends only to find out they couldn't be less alike. One is dangerous. The other doesn't know how to get away from her. And the worst part? No one believed her. Based on a true story