Story by Taylor
There was a girl who loved to write. She wrote every day. She would even wake up in the middle the night, just to write poems. One day she did, in fact, wake up in the middle of the night, although not intentionally, and began to write. She didn’t even realize she was awake, only because she wasn’t. She was possessed, never to find out by what. She was writing and writing, until her mom came in after hearing so much noise. “Sweetie, what’s going on,” her mom asked? No reply. Her mother asked again, “What’s going on?” Still no answer. She went over to her bed to see what she was writing. As she read, she grew more and more terrified. It was the story of her daughter’s life. She skipped around, and she as she got to the last two words, her daughter fell to the floor. She screamed. What were the last words you may ask?