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the story Tap…Tap…Tap…the story by ~dirtyvampiricdecay
Her eyes immediately opened to the dreaded sound. “No…Not again.” she whispered. Just then she heard the soft scrap of wood as the window opened.
“He’ll be mad” she thought as she silently wept. Cold hollow footsteps made there way to the foot of her bed. She felt a shadow disturb the quite moonlight that would’ve been seeping forth from the window.
A loud silence followed.
A rustle as the shadow lowered her bed sheets. It stooped down directly above her ear. “I’m back” it whispered.
Her eyes burst open.
Her heart started beating faster than a
Sta.sh
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"An interesting crooked line is much more to be desired than one ruled along by a straight-edge, for it transcribes something of the person behind it, the pulse of life."
.... why am i soo lost???
..... porqua maria porqua!!!