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Death.
A room that reeked of death, wafting mists of rotting flesh floated around her. Pale faces, curving blue lips tinged with icy veins, harsh angles of young faces, forever frozen in the tableau of death.
Bodies empty of spirit. Candles flickered limply in the pale light of dawn, coming through the tiny window barred, freedom denied to those who had died in this room.
Young and fearless girls that wanted a future, that had been taken from them…..murdered helplessly by a psycho.
Her matted mousy hair swished around her shoulders, her eyes, pupils dilated, darted to every corner of the dungeon that she'd been trapped in…for what seemed like an eternity.
It kept her down here, torturing her by leaving her with its victims.
Terror was her new best friend, forever screaming through her veins….every creak she heard, made her think she was next. But never had it touched her….yet
Identities couldn't be verified because all she could see were bodies merging together as one. Her eyes blurred in terror, tears streamed down her face. Plucking at her blood coated nightgown, everything swirled around her. Blackness claimed her.
Brooke Davis awoke, her skin covered in goosebumps, her pale shoulders shining like alabaster in the pale moonlight filtering through her curtained window.
Her mind refused to remember what she'd just dreamt about. She just knew it was something so horrific that she would only remember when her mind felt she was ready to.
She was alone in the world, typical rich girl given handouts and never really loved. Except by one, she wished with all her heart. Nathan Scott, his letters written to her two years ago, hinted at a passion that had never been explored and that she wanted.
Ever since getting back from the motel room with Nathan, she'd been reluctant to reveal how much she was coming to care for him.
Fear became a metallic taste in her mouth, creaking stairs froze her in position on her bed. Yesterday had been so fun, being free with Nathan on the rides, away from the prying eyes of the societal horrors of high school.
Her ivory nightgown twisted around her ankles as she eased her way slowly out of her bed, the floorboard in the middle of the hall a few yards from her half open bedroom door creaked. Her digital clock glared 3:11 at her.
Her heart raced erratically, adrenaline surged through her veins. Inching towards her closet, she closed herself in. Shutting the door silently, she closed her eyes. Clasping a baseball bat against her chest, she waited…..
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