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As Sophie turned around, she saw her. Emily stood in the doorway. She smiled and licked the knife caked with blood. She suddenly ran towards Sophie.
It happened three years ago. Sophie
Sixteen-year-old Emily, twelve-year-old Sophie and their parents stood in front of their new house in the middle of the woods. Sophie hugged her parents, very excited to be moving into a new place. Emily, however, was very pissed. She
Five months passed and Emily hated her parents more and more. They were so happy all the time. It got on
Two weeks passed and Emily was tasked with washing the dishes. She
As punishment, Emily
She quietly snuck out of the room, and ran downstairs. She opened the silverware drawer and grabbed the sharpest knife. Before she went back upstairs, she saw gasoline and matches outside. She smiled. She ran outside, grabbed the things, and started to pour the gasoline on the floor. But she stopped. This
Sophie woke up from a terrible nightmare. She
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Sophie ran. She
After hours of running through the woods, Sophie made it to a city. She fell down to the ground in pain. She
Three years had passed and Sophie was living a wonderful life. She had wonderful foster parents, a wonderful home in the city, and a massive house. She was doing very well in school, and she never had to worry about her older sister cutting herself. Sophie rarely ever thought about Emily, but when she did, it was because Emily was in
Sophie was home alone on a Saturday morning, washing the dishes. As she put the cups away in the cabinet, she felt this odd feeling, like someone was watching her. She shook off the feeling. Of course she would think that. She was home alone. She resumed her chore of washing dishes. Suddenly, there was a faint smell of blood. As Sophie turned around, she saw a tall figure in the living room. It was a girl, with black hair, purple nightgown, and a disfigured face. As Sophie looked closer, she saw that the
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