Crystal
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“huh, ghost” what did he think me off, a small kid. Nothing like ghost exists. But the room is dark; I can barely see my legs. I think of how much time I have passed in here, 4 hours or 5. I heard a wind sound.
“No Crystal, don’t think like that, there are no ghosts” I whispered myself. I don’t know it is my mind or the story Ashton told me, but I am scared. Seriously, I cannot take more silence then this. If Ashton was here I would have pleaded him to get me out. The ropes he had tied to me were not giving me the pain as much I am frightened to be here. “Ashton” I whispered yelled. I started crying, “Ashton” but no sound replied me back.
Scary!, a voice in me was shouting to myself, “Ashton” I screamed this time. Suddenly the door opened and I found, “Alex”.
Ashton
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