INITIAL STORY BY SHELLEY

I just sat there in silence, staring at the windows. Then I heard the scream again, and this time it was a sound that made me freeze 1in place. It was like the sound of a bad presence and a growl, but it was deafening. 2
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STORY #1 (13 tweets, 2 participants)

I just sat there in silence, staring at the windows. Then I heard the scream again, and this time it was a sound that made me freeze 1in place. It was like the sound of a bad presence and a growl, but it was deafening. 2 I tore myself away from the strange, hypnotising window reflection as I realised my time was running out, I had to find the exit. 3In the distance I saw the silhouette of a man in a black trench coat, holding a butcher knife in his hand. The man was staring 4at me 5 I stared back at my awful reflection in those dark windows and finally dropped the knife. The growling resumed, now even closer. 6I could feel my face twisting up and down slightly to get a better look. I heard my, this familiar, calm voice wander off, the 7crack of white noise blowing through my body. 8 The noise came from the window. I needed all my strength to reach out and touch the glass which was now slippery with blood. 9 I waited, trembling. Then, finally, I was pulled in to the other side and the terrible noise enveloped me. 10The glass exploded into a black and white pile of smoke. I stared at the glass in the window and saw it was a trapdoor. 11 As the glass shattered, I plunged forward, diving into the smokey darkness. I would close the trapdoor, or else all would be lost. 12 I will perish... but if I succeed, we stand a chance against this horror. Remember me as I was, before the reflections came. 13

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STORY #2 (12 tweets, 2 participants)

I just sat there in silence, staring at the windows. Then I heard the scream again, and this time it was a sound that made me freeze 1in place. It was like the sound of a bad presence and a growl, but it was deafening. 2 I tore myself away from the strange, hypnotising window reflection as I realised my time was running out, I had to find the exit. 3In the distance I saw the silhouette of a man in a black trench coat, holding a butcher knife in his hand. The man was staring 4at me 5 I stared back at my awful reflection in those dark windows and finally dropped the knife. The growling resumed, now even closer. 6I could feel my face twisting up and down slightly to get a better look. I heard my, this familiar, calm voice wander off, the 7crack of white noise blowing through my body. 8 The noise came from the window. I needed all my strength to reach out and touch the glass which was now slippery with blood. 9 I waited, trembling. Then, finally, I was pulled in to the other side and the terrible noise enveloped me. 10The glass exploded into a black and white pile of smoke. I stared at the glass in the window and saw it was a trapdoor. 11 I will perish... but if I succeed, we stand a chance against this horror. Remember me as I was, before the reflections came. 12

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STORY #3 (5 tweets, 2 participants)

I just sat there in silence, staring at the windows. Then I heard the scream again, and this time it was a sound that made me freeze 1in place. It was like the sound of a bad presence and a growl, but it was deafening. 2 And in the silence that followed, I sensed that something had changed. Nothing would ever be the same again. She was dead. 3She was chalking me. I had a brief moment of silence, then I heard that mumbling like knocking on my window again. I was 4frozen in place, for I stumbled through the shattered glass door. I saw a little girl screaming in desperation. 5

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STORY #4 (4 tweets, 3 participants)

I just sat there in silence, staring at the windows. Then I heard the scream again, and this time it was a sound that made me freeze 1 She was alone in the dark, her hair soaked in blood and her eyes seing a reality of her own. It was in that moment that I knew that it had happened again. 2 My bloody anniversary, every year, decade after decade, I had to bring quench the thirst for cutting one of my relatives in half 3, an eager trick of the moon that still continued to sting the room. 4

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