THE FIRST ENCOUNTER
The name's Isabella but my friends call me, oh sorry did I stutter I don't have friends but I've heard a lot lately that having friends can be real fun. I got close to this girl named Rebecca and we've been hanging out quite a little lately and she kinda invited me to this party by 11pm which on a norms is a quite restricted time ( you guys have parents so it's not supposed to be a shocker to you right )
I have what I need to evade my parents tonight but the thing is as I got down from my room down the stairs across the living room. I could almost swore I heard voices from wherever they came but the things is, the voices were faint as if he/she was crying and talking but it didn't end there, they seemed like statues and worse still, the language seemed very ancient but I still could also swore I heard my name like it was crying for me
I needed no soothsayer I ran but as I ran the voices got closer and closer and also occasionally farther and farther, trust me to me it took hours upon hours to get to room.
Eventually I got there, hugged my pillow waiting for the sun to rise
SCARY QUOTE FOR THE DAY
-THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN THE AUTHOR AND THE DEVIL IS LIKE THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN 6 AND HALF A DOZEN
