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The altar, hand-carved with a caramel-colored pentagram etched in the middle, stood ominous against the candlelight; its glossy finish gleaming. A k..
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Beatrice stood at the altar, looking out at the small crowd of people. She smiled, taking a deep breath.
“Welcome. It has been a long time, ..
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Lighting flashed over head, as Beatrice was ready to end it all. She held the knife over her head, chanting. She could feel the power pulsating like..
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Emily stared at her mother-in-law, searching for the right words.
Beatrice had long since brought the knife to her side. The two women stared blan..
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Billy and Nathan found a way towards the front, without being noticed by those who would know them. The chanting had started again, and they needed ..
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Richard spotted Billy standing off to the left. He scanned the area, but couldn’t find Nathan, but suspected that Billy wasn’t here for ..
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Robert put his hand around her throat, glaring down at the mother of his only child. He hadn’t lied about her being his first true love, but s..
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Billy looked in his rearview mirror, and noticed the cream-colored Buick following closely behind him. He caught a glimpse of the driver, and recogn..
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Emily slammed the trunk on her Dodge Neon as the last of the suitcases were loaded. She looked back at the burnt down house, and felt a sense of clo..
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Three girls are connected to a killer through dreams, and realize just how close he really is.
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