This is a fanfiction my best friend wrote while at my house. I didn't do much. This is an original story, please do not copy.
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3rd person POV:
Max walked, no ran, away from the banged up cars and bodies, two dead, one severely injured. He ran to a house he shouldn't have been in. It was antique; it hadn't been occupied for centuries.
He slowed down as he approached. When he stepped inside, a chill ran up his spine. Even though he didn't care he crept up the stairs. At the top it stunk like a skunk. When he saw a dusty, brown, wrinkled book, he opened to the first page. The letters were a scarlet red. They glowed.
Suddenly there was a hand over the words that read, "Fear the girls in the black dresses." The black hand, or hands, reached over to touch his shoulders. Just as the old book stated, the girls wore black dresses, but dresses that looked familiar to Max. They were his recently dead sisters! "It's your fault we died in the car crash!" the girls said at the same time.
"I'm sorry; I didn't mean to distract our mom while she was driving!"
"You'll pay!" they both shouted.
"Aaah!" screamed Max as he jumped out of the 2nd story building. He landed on his feet. Though, he felt a scrape of 2 claws. To this day, he has the marks of the letters A and D; which stands for Anna and Delaney. In the shattered window of the 2nd floor, you can sometimes see two infuriated sisters.
TO BE CONTINUED…
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