Prologue

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I propelled my legs forward, trying to quicken my pace if that was even possible. She was behind me, with a knife in her hands.

"You're not going to make it out, Dear Ally." She laughed demonically.

"Please, leave my sister and take me. I want my baby sister back." I pleaded. She just laughed evilly and slid the knife across her lips.

"I'm sorry sweetheart, but there isn't any part of her left.

Maybe her body is left,
But her soul is trapped in the darkness."

LIGHTS OUT

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