INITIAL STORY BY SHELLEY

The last thing I remember was that I pulled my sister out of the bed and held her for a moment. She was just sitting there with her 1arms spread out, sweat running down her forehead. I started to cry and tried to contain my silence. 2
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STORY #1 (13 tweets, 4 participants)

The last thing I remember was that I pulled my sister out of the bed and held her for a moment. She was just sitting there with her 1arms spread out, sweat running down her forehead. I started to cry and tried to contain my silence. 2 Suddenly, blood bleed from her nose and her hand become cold and dark. 3She started to cry, but when she said something that I couldn’t understand, she sobbed uncontrollably.“Oh my god. It 4hurts.” 5 I asked her were to which she replied sobbing “ my stomach...aahh it hurts “ 6. I could see a little panic in her eyes and she started screaming 'There is no escape!' 7 All of a sudden the windows in her room sprung open and a cold breeze of air came through 8 Outside, she saw him as he walked by, with a axe handle in one hand and a piece of putrid flesh in the other 9. He looked at me and said 'What will I do to you?' 10 He hesitated for a moment , dropped the axe handle, lifted his right arm, laughing and cackling he started to dance the jig. 11He was digging the thick rope around his neck, splattering his rope and then going right through the rope and sending it 12down to the ground in a puddle of my own blood. “ Bastard…” 13

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