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Alex is only fourteen and she live in the UK. She is moving (Just only her, not her parents) to Nevada, where her grandparents are. As she arrive there, her grandpa told her, she can pick any room she like, but not there room. And guess what room she pick, the attic. The attic was old, so the makeover the attic. While she was painting, she click on something. It turned over the bookshelf and she found a box. What's in the box? Are there any more secrets of the attic? Well go on and read the
Why had I dreamt about him so clearly, when I hadn’t seen him in three years? It made no sense. But I knew my mind was trying to tell me something, as it always is. The dreams are always strange messages, sometimes potentially dangerous, others light and almost comical. The boy I had seen in my mind was one I had left three years ago with the intention of never seeing again. Now I knew better. If it were up to me, the unspeakable Jason Lance would stay in the past. But it seemed the dreams had
The women gargled, her throat ripped jaggedly. A line stretched from under her ear across her neck. Blood slowly dripped at first, then sped up. Tears ran down her face, her eyes screaming the horror her mouth couldn't. Her weakened fingers grazed his cloak. Her body slacked as her eyes started to dull, she looked up at the man who slit her throat. His eyes seemed to pierce the dark ally, the harsh silver irises calling for her soul.