I forgot it was Friday the 13th.

Two people were standing in the middle of the road. staring at the building .

Goosebumps rose on my skin.

Then I looked down at the bottle of night time Tylenol. “Well this seems like a great plot for a horror movie,” I muttered to Daisy. “A murderous duo comes upon a bonfire. Leaving bodies in their wake to quench their need for blood, they’ve discovered one more to satiate their sadistic madness!Will she fight back?”

Not likely! I drugged myself to sleep. Perhaps I will crap myself. Either way it would be a bad kill.

♥writing was all I had, all I’ve ever had, the only currency, the only proof that I was alive. Memory.♥ each of us has a story to tell. Leave your thoughts. Leave your comments.

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