Chapter 8

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Camilla My gaze is locked with my reflection in terror. The laughter of a menacingly familiar voice echoes inside my head, sending shivers down my spine. I know the truth even without having it confirmed—this is the work of the demon that took my parents’ lives. The messages on the mirror are his sinister way of warning me, and I know that this time he won’t let me get away. He has come back to end what he didn’t finish eighteen years ago. I shiver as I move around in my apartment. There is an eerie feeling gripping me. I don’t feel safe here, and before I know it, I’ve thrown myself out into the night. I march down the stairs and bang on Lana’s door. Three seconds later, the door opens, and my friend glares at me with her gothic makeup smudged around her eyes. “What is it?” Her voice

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