CHAPTER THREE – THE NEW KID (1/3)
“Good morning, Alice,” A sinister voice said as its eyes pierced through Alice’s soul.
“Aaaaargh!!!” Alice screamed at the horrific sight that was before her. In an attempt to step back, she tripped and fell on her butt with a loud thud.
“There’s nowhere to run, Alice. You’re mine!” It said with a wide grin.
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Earlier that morning, Alice woke up with more difficulty than she usually would. She had been awake till quite late the previous night and if anything, she wished she could cuddle her pillow for even longer, forever maybe. But her alarm wouldn’t hear it. It continued to ring so fervently, that Alice believed it found joy in making her mornings miserable. On days like this, it sounded louder than it normally would, like a soldier running at op
