"Trust me, I know a lot of things," She replied. "Oh, and I have something for you." She reached into her pocket and pulled out a rusty key. The mysterious girl examined the key and tossed it over to me. I caught it in my hands and moved my head around it, trying to inspect the key from every angle.
"So...what is this for?" I asked.
"You'll have find that out yourself. You will know when the time is right."
She answered with a mischievous grin.
I was still very puzzled, as usual.
I placed the key in my back pocket, and faced the mysterious young woman.
"So...I never got your name..." I inquired.
"The name's Merideth. I grew up in Missouri with my 3 brothers 2 step-sisters, and my pa. I never really felt like I was ever acknowledged no matter what I did. I felt alone and did dumb things for attention. I started to change my style--I started wearing revealing clothing, but I started getting unwanted attention. My father did not approve and he started expressing his anger torward me. I don't remember much after that."
My heart started to race as I related to Merideth. For the first time in a long time, I felt like I found someone who understood me. I recently started to do similar things when I felt neglected my whole life. My grandfather was someone who I trusted and he always made sure I had somebody to talk to.
"Hey, you there?" Merideth asked, tapping on my forehead. It seemed as though she had just realized that I had been thinking a lot about what she said.
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The Mysteries of Bradley Hills (Discontinued)
HorrorThere's something odd about Bradley Hills. Jane Hemlock and her family move to the old place. But right as they start driving overnight, Jane has some scary and painful encounters. Like recurring dreams that seem so real yet impossible and a trip to...
