I have this vision.
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The girl named Kayla was locked in an old R.V bathroom. She wore cuffs on her hands. She had silver duck tape on her mouth. She was trying to let out a scream, but only a murmur came out. Her mascara had looked like it'd been running for days.
Then another girl.
She looked just like Kayla. But she was on the floor, outside of the R.V bathroom.
A man,looking familiar, stood over the girl. She looked lifeless and very still. Red had been covered all over her dress. She had glassy eyes. She was appeared to be paralyzed and ..... Dead.
The man standing over her let out a sigh of relief. He zips up his pants and corresses her face. Then body.
He decides he's had *enough*. He leaves the room, forgetting about Kayla.
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"MEGAN! ANSWER THE QUESTION!"
"Oh, sorry Mrs.Boller."
"We all need to stay awake in English. It's very important that you know Hades and Zues's rivalry."
"Yes Mrs.Boller, sorry about that."
Uh, what a hag. It's so important that I know Greek mythology so I can be an artist, right?
Anyways, the vision I've received freaked me out. Why did those girls look alike? Are they twins? Oh my god. What if they are? That would mean...
One of them is dead.
Abigail.
And Kayla isn't. How come I haven't heard about Abigail's disappearance yet?
Strange.
I finally finish English. My last period of the day. I'm relieved to go home. All this "high school environment" makes me depressed. I can't wait to theorize my visions now.
I get home *sigh*.
My visions come in mind, I then run to my computer to do some research on this. I usually don't do this with the other visions or souls I come in contact with, but this seems so that I have become addicted to this one. I want to uncover what these mysterious episodes of truth may lead to. Is any of this even true?
Let's figure this out...
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What I Hear, What I See
Mystery / ThrillerPeople have always seen me as eerie Megan. Not a sweet girl. No one wants to get to know me. They're scared of me. Not much has changed since I was a child. You see, I see what most people can't. I've always been lonely and misunderstood. I remember...
