The Is Losing Her Mind

His heart raced very badly. His mother knocked again. ‘Greg?’ Gregor looked at the doorknob, secretly wishing that it would never be turned. Now he heard conversation and the next moment the door flung open, revealing the affectionate couple, standing consciously in the hallway, half peering into the messy bedroom.

All at once, she wondered a million things. Was Gavin inside waiting for her? Had she missed him completely? Or had he always been there, lurking in the shadows? It was a disturbing thought that he might have

Marcel looked over his shoulder as well, to see that the girl had already left. Without much else thought, he left his sister there in the wide open clearing just to run to this girl. He wasn’t going to lose her that easily, she was far too intriguing. The young man could hear his sister’s protest, but she would just have wait. This ‘angel’ was had peaked his interest,” Hey!”

How did I get here? His lips moved but everything else was quiet. Too quiet, too still. He was sitting with his legs swung over the bed, elbows on his knees. Sunlight bled through the window, casting shadows across the wooden floor. It made him angry. It's not fair. Rage rose slowly like a body might through water, filling up his chest until he felt whole, but it only lasted a second. That wholeness slipped like blood through his fingers and suddenly he was just a broken man mad at the sun for shining. The assassin looked down, reaching to brush his fingers upon the blood stain at his feet. He found it funny, that not one of the servants had been able to wash away the stain when there hadn't been a trace

“ Yes, I want her in my office in 30 minutes.” I told him as I walked past him. I went to the top floor of the house where my room was and cleaned myself up. The closer I got to meeting the girl the more restless my wolf got. As quickly as I could I got ready to meet the rouge that was brave enough to pass on to my

Brennan, coyote runs. Brennan and his mom weren't close to each other and they they didn't even anything with other/spend time with each other. Also Brennan and coyote runs went into the desert to look for random things.

So, what I saw was a giant, silver knife with the same dark stains on it; Immediately, I knew that it was blood. That’s the dark stain on her shirt! I asked myself this question: why would it be in this bathroom and why would it be sitting next to Cristy Pines? I didn’t know if it was hers or if it has always been there, but I was going to find out. I asked Landon why he had taken me into this creepy bathroom, and his answer had taken me

Megan gets dropped off at the hotel in attempt to try and get the kids to make a mistake and get her to talk. Since an explosive device has been implanted in her throat, which would be triggered by The Others, Megan’s throat is sore, so they strip her of her clothes and search her external body. Zombie gives the idea to check her throat “‘What about her throat’ Ben said quietly” (Yancey 136). Cassie discovered the device and the group of children decide to remove the device themselves to save Megan and everyone at the hotel. Evan and Cassie tie Megan down and open her mouth wide enough to see the device planted in the back of her throat.

But I have to focus. I grab my bag and hurry out the door. In 20 minutes I arrive at an abandoned warehouse near the north border of the city. It was old and gave off creepy vibes like a horror movie setting. On an arch above the side entrance I could just barely make out the word ‘Freidhof’. I walk in cautiously but I knew there’d be no one there.

Wrapping his towel around his waist, he stood next to the sink and removed a razor from his shaving kit, looking at the sharp blade as he removed the plastic cover and shook the thought away. The banging on the door and the yelling of his name were getting more persistent the longer he stood and he could pick out the voices of his godfather and Jason in the background and knew everyone was worried when he wouldn’t come out of the bathroom. Lastly, he needed to get dressed and over the objections of his friends, go take care of his horse to keep his mind functioning in reality. As he heard the lock being picked, he knew Bill would have the door open in a few seconds, so he opened the door to the concerned faces staring at

Claire ran to the downstairs closet, putting on some shoes. Isaac looked through the door hole, making sure no one was around. Continuing to think about Malessica, he knew she didn’t have a spirit to forewarn her about the Sangrine Syndicate. Grabbing the house phone, he called her Manor, waiting for an answer.

Cassie cried herself to sleep each night. Everything was a blur. Helpless dread filled her soul. She was grateful Eli had come home. At least he was for now. The following week there was a blinking light on the answering machine when Cassie came home. She pressed play as she kicked off her shoes from another long day.

Though he hadn’t meant to spook the stranger - no, vampire, with his long fangs. “Woah, chill, just me,” He said, like that was the explanation. He’d been checking out the building to see if he could scale it, sit on the edge and watch over everything. Even with the knowledge that werewolves could be about,

They can’t move because then Timothy will die because of the fever and needs to stay. She concluded to go to the intelligent beings of the rats of NIMH. Settings: The settings in the first person view is Mr. Fitzgibbon farm. It has where Mrs.

concentration away from the trees, which did not freak him at all, and continued his journey up the hill towards the house. Without hesitating, he unlocked the door and went in, as he went in the silent still sinister house, the door slammed shut behind him slowly the gloomy light started fading. A butler appeared from nowhere, he was holding his head under his arms like a ball in his hands. “Jeeves at your service, sir,” he said, creepily. “Follow me.” “Thank you, my good man,” said Titan excitingly, handing him his coat and following him up the creaking staircase without blinking an eye.