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"Where are we going again?" I asked, my head resting in my hand as I stared out the car window. The lights from the city lit up the night sky as if it reflected the night sky. "My boyfriend's party," My best friend said with a smile. She was a year younger than me but she already had her license and car. I didn't even have anything relating to a permit. Her shoulder length blond hair was straightened and her makeup was done up with blue and purple eye shadow. I rolled my eyes and looked back out the window. She had been dating this guy for about four months and all I know about him was that he was in a band that just came home from three m

I met my best friend when we were five and he was always there for me. We grew up together with people thinking we were brother and sister. His name was Peter and he was like my other half. His hair was shaggy and touched his shoulders ever so slightly. His eyes were dark and mysterious, holding back everything that would surely destroy him. I wouldn't say he had the most perfect life but he was always happy when he was around me. Peter's mother left him when he was just a baby, saying she wanted a better life. Left in the hands of his father, Peter found that his home had turned into its own version of hell. His father was a very angry pers

Chapter One: Reopened in 1978 as a down home country music bar, Bobby Mackey's Music World was originally a slaughter house. Later, it was the site of a gruesome satanic murder, a tragic suicide, and, more recently, a shocking demonic possession. Scott Jackson was a devil worshiper that decapitated his pregnant girlfriend in the basement of Bobby Mackey's as a blood sacrifice to the devil. Pearl Bryan was only 23-years-old and, according to the newspaper articles, was the victim of one of the Tristate's most sensational crime. Then, a younger dancer took her life after her lover was killed by her father. The dancer's name was Johanna and the

Most people don't believe in the paranormal. Most people don't believe that spirits live among us. But, some people do and some people have the ability to hear, sense, and sometimes see them. I am one of those people. I have my own paranormal experiences and, through my experience, I have found that some of them aren't scary. Some of them just want to be heard. It was a rainy night and my little brother was sleeping soundly in his crib. My mother and I were in her room. The white baby monitor was sitting her black, iron night stand and all that could be heard was static. Then, all of a sudden, a woman's voice is heard. Her voice was graceful