Paranoia

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Blood.  It was everywhere.  In your hair, on your hands, and on your clothes...  How did it get there?  Who's blood is this?  You start to panic and you look around for the source of it.  First over yourself, which you felt was silly for some reason, but you see nothing.  No cuts or anything, meaning it had to be someone else's blood.  But who's?

Then you see it.  A lump on the floor about 10 feet away, it's almost-face crumpled in pain.  Slowly you try to get up and walk over to check on them.  But you can't; you can't stand.  So you try again, using all your willpower to lift your feet you're able to move to the corpse.

The face...  It looks familiar...  But from where?  The question tugs at the back of your head, begging to be answered, but it can't.  You don't know anyone that looks like her.  Slowly the question fades, leaving a large, gaping, hole.  Soon you hear the door of the house open.  Scared, you flop behind the bed.  Fear paralysis sets in.  You can't move, speak, or blink anymore.  You know that you're going to die.  The person who killed that corpse was coming back to finish what they forgot. 

You.

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Hi guys! it's me, Jean!  I hope you enjoyed that chapter of my first Horror story!! It looked longer when I typed it on the notes on my phone but oh well! More to come later!

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Hey, Jean again! For those of you who've read this story before, you'll notice I've changed the perspective of the story. I think it fits better.

Anyways, I'm currently revamping my favourite stories, and the ones I don't like as much will be deleted. This account is to share what I love doing, and I shouldn't have to worry about updating a story I don't like as much. 

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Well. I'm back, a third time. This is one of the few books, collections, whatever you want to call them that I'm not removing from my account SO I do hope you enjoy. This story has always had a soft spot in my heart, so much so I can't bare to rewrite it. Anyways, you know the drill.

Thank you for reading, and as always: 

Enjoy.

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