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“It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen.” – Orwell

“All children, except one, grow up.” – J.M. Barrie

“There was a hand in the darkness, and it held a knife.” – Neil Gaiman

“Which line makes you want to read more?” Comment on which one and give your reason.

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"The lights flickered. Then everything went still—except for the ticking clock."
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"They’d always warned me about the old house on the hill. But I had to see for myself."

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"He woke up with no memory, a single key in his hand, and a note: ‘Start running.’"

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"It was supposed to be a normal school trip. Until the bus vanished."

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"The book had no title, no author—just my name on the first page."

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he was confused for a while before starting to laugh, thinking that this was some sort of prank set up by his older brother, but was it?

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He had simply no idea to where he was running just that some bad people wanted the key that was in my hand and that he just was commanded to protect that simple key. He had no idea to where he was going to hide the key, but then an amazing idea popped into his head. He knew a place where no one would guess where he hid the key- The forest beside his house. No one would dare to enter this forest because of the disturbing rumors people heard.

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Who were those bad guys? I asked to myself, I was in a room, in a endless loop, where there was nothing but a darkness that chased me down the corner, like it was trying to tell me something. Are they guiding me to the end, where my freedom is secured with this mysterious key?

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Everyone said it was cursed—that strange lights flickered in the windows at night and no one who entered ever came out the same. Still, something about the silence it held called to me, like it had been waiting all this time. So just after dusk, heart pounding, I stepped through the crooked iron gate.

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An icy breeze swept past, sending chills down my spine. The moonlight illuminated the path ahead filled with overgrown weeds and cracked stone, it’s as if the house wanted me to go there. Every instinct inside me screamed to leave, but there was just something about this house that just pulled me closer.

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It was an abandoned mansions filled with cracks all over the walls covered in vines.

Every step I took made a crackling noise.

While I was exploring the harrowing estate, I stepped on something odd. I took a look and saw-

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An old family photo, except this one had scratched out eyes and one word written over it in bold red letters, cursed. A blood-curdling yell made me look up. The blood drained from my face, my eyes met with -

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tung tung sahur, the italian monster, he started chasing me through the mansion and suddenly he-

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vanished. One second he was right behind me, and the next, just… gone. I stood there, breathless, the silence louder than my pounding heart. Then I heard a whisper in my ear, cold and slithering: “You shouldn’t have come.”

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I stood there breathing hard and relieved. I gathered my courage and headed deeper into the mansion. The mansion was very broken down on the inside. Suddenly I heard-

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the unmistakable creak of floorboards above me, as if someone—or something—had just shifted its weight. My flashlight darted upward, revealing a shape hunched at the top of the grand staircase, its outline trembling in the dim glow. Before I could summon the courage to call out, the figure turned toward me, and a low, guttural sigh echoed through the empty halls.

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His head hurt and everything felt weird, like he was in a dream he couldn’t wake up from. The note freaked him out, but the siren made it worse loud and scary, like something bad was coming. He didn’t know where to go, but his feet started moving anyway. All he could think was RUN. Abhigna.

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My breath caught as the figure descended one creaking step, then another, until it stood just out of reach of my flashlight’s beam. I tried to back away, but the floor groaned under my feet, betraying me. The figure paused, its head twitching slightly, like it was trying to listen or sense me. Then it raised a hand, and the lights blew out all at once

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The ground shaked beneath him as the siren became louder. Something deep inside screamed that he wasn’t alone. He was running out of breath, but he kept running. As he ran, he felt a breath coming down on his neck. Slowly and scared, he turned.

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With a confused daze of thoughts, he looked around cluelessly. With courage, he frantically looked around to find a way to get out of this dark, eerie place that gave him unholy goosebumps that only heightened his desperate desire to get out of this confusing misery.

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Suddenly he hears a shrill scream and starts running towards the source of the sound. Despite his search he couldn’t find it , confused he walks through the pitch black halls , filled up with tall wooden doors. As he strolls these halls he attempts to regain his memory but wasn’t successful. After wandering aimlessly he reaches a hollow cave with strange white gas being emitted from it. Then everything goes blank

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Thunder flashed outside. Or was it the sound of my rapid heartbeat? Regardless, the next few moments were filled with darkness. Perpetual. Pitch black. Void. My senses were failing me, ignoring my plea to save myself. My back hits a wall, and I feel a sharp exhale. I think it’s mine. I hear the door squeak open and look up to find a silhouette of-

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He was drenched in sweat from running. Didn’t know where he was going but he knew that no matter what was going to happen, he had to get far, far away from this place. He clutched the note tightly in his hand desperate to save himself from the unknown…

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a tall wooden baton. “Tung Tung Sahur,” I whispered, and he smiled like the end was already written.

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Just like that. In the middle of the street. One moment we were arguing about which packet of chips to open first, and the next moment, nothing. Teachers looked around frantically, while the students were equally puzzled. Some found it amusing, while others had almost fainted with the sheer surprise of the incident.

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it clicked- the strange figure had a distinct birthmark. A tale from my ancestors, which narrated a great uncle who went under deep meditation and hasn't been sane since. He-

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By each milisecond, the shrill haunting screams grew louder and louder by every footstep he took. "Help!" he shouted desperately numerous times, but his poor voice only echoed through the mysterious walls. Banging furiously and hopelessly, he hoped someone could save him from this nightmare that was confusing him, turning his mind as if he was insane.

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The other students around me started looking everywhere for even a trace but none were to be found of our school bus. How will I get home? I look to my best friend Kelsey, who is shivering from the cold. I slowly take her hand as we wait in the darkness, hungry and cold. Abruptly, we hear a sudden noise. Some kids run into the forest and me and Kelsey follow.

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The third one by Neil G. There is a lot more suspense built, and it makes me want to know what happens next.

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I flipped through the pages. Empty. I looked for any sort of clue, anything that would help me understand. Questions were running wild in my head. Why is my name there? What could this mean? Is it something to do with my terrible past? And if so what happens next?

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The room was cold, concrete and silent except for the hum of flickering lights. He didn’t know where he was, just the note wasn’t a suggestion. Somewhere behind him , something moved. He ran.

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i was like, "wait hold up", "there's now way I could have written a book, I can barely hold a conversation with someone". I open the first page and my breath gets caught. it said-

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The rumors about the uncle suggested that there was indeed something or someone inside that house that was causing all of this many people suggested that it was a spirt that was here to take revenged but others didn’t believe in this mediocrity and considered it a joke but after going into this house i was sure that it was the most dangerous and most haunted place in history.

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He sprinted through the dark woods, his heart pounding like a drum . The crumpled piece of paper shaking in his hand, its disappearing letters telling him to get out. Branches surrounding him, but he pushed forward, too afraid to slow down. Behind him, footsteps echoed, slow, heavy, and far too unnatural.

Inaya and Quinnaya

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He stared at the key and back at the notes multiple times, but again he was left confused. He wondered, who left this for me?, why did they leave this for me?, what do I have anything to do with running?. He stood motionless, thinking hard and trying to remember , but still he failed to make the connection, then suddenly it all made sense...

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The third one is most interesting because the line pops up questions in my head about why she is holding a knife. Its mysterious and makes me want to read more.

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He noticed something about the note, it seemed familiar. Then it hit him- it is his own handwriting. He was trying to warn someone else about something. But from what?

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We ran at full speed, determined to find the cause of this mysterious incident. Suddenly, a large figure looms in front of us, taller than us by more than a few inches and hairy and frightening. We skim to a halt, heads shaking in fear.

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I blinked, and blinked, and blinked thinking it was my eyes betraying me or even that it was all a dream. It was pitch black and I don’t think i have ever ran faster. I ran in the opposite direction hoping, praying for some kind of door or portal but I slammed into something much far worse. A-

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All that could be heard was a constantly ‘tick tock’. The sound and lights gave of an eerie vibe so much so that I started slowly backing away until the lights at the end of the hallway shut and all that could be seen was -

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We ran at full speed, determined to find the cause of thismysterious incident. Suddenly, a large figure looms in front of us, taller than us by more than a few inches and hairy and frightening.

We skim to a halt, heads shaking in fear. We know we’ve found the cause of the incident, but maybe we’re not ready for it.

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He stumbles into a door and opens it cautiously. He is greeted by the void like darkness and deafening silence except the tipper-tappering of water from the ceiling. He take a few steps in and yells “hello!?” awaiting for a response. A loud screech echos around the room. He takes out his flashlight turns it on and timidly turns around, His face looking like he just saw a ghost. Rows and rows of doors wide open almost as they were welcoming him. He tries putting his hand through one to see where it might lead. He feels something touch his back. He turns around as fast as wind. He looks to the ground and its like a pool of water. He thinks to himself “if there is water on the floor it must be coming from a source, it’s probably the droplets coming from the distance”. He uses the help of the sound of the droplets to locate the source of the water and when he get closer he was startled by the sight of…

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And on second thought we share a look that screams we definitely aren’t ready for it. With the sudden figure loosening and ridding us of our confidence we turn and try to hid behind a bush but me and the unknown figure make eye contact and within the blink of an eye we-

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We sprinted through the woods following the others. I heard the teachers calling out to us, ignoring their cries we kept advancing through the silhouette of the trees. Before we knew it we heard a shrill scream echoing through the woods. I turned to Kelsey “WHAT WAS THAT!?”

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He was too stunned to speak and froze in place. His head was throbbing in pain and he felt a sharp blinding sensation in his ankle.Suddenly he felt a slight but swift movement behind him. He turned quickly , just fast enough to see a silloute lurking behind in the shadows. And just as he turned back he felt a faint but strong and cunning whisper in his ear that said....

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Light spilling through the edges of the door. I didn’t think — I just ran toward it, the adrenaline pumping through my veins. Until I shoved the door open waiting for the light to wash over and flood me with hope. In exchange I find myself staring through darkness at the soulless clock in the centre of the room. I walk backwards towards the handle of the door only to find myself

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Jennifer was plastered on the front of the page in BIG BOLD BLACK LETTERS. I read it through again and again, my heart beating faster each page.

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As I read through the pages i heard whispers saying " Jennifer, Jennifer dont do it.''

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I heard a loud thud behind me. Frantic, I look behind scanning the room only to be met with nothing.

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There my biggest secret spilled on the front page, questions moved through my head, fixating me with “WHY NOW”.

I skim through the pages in search of answers but all I’m left with is a picture that was taken on the day of the incident, I made sure no one would know of it. I wasn’t that stupid I had covered my tracks well.

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i feel a sense of unease but i try to make myself feel better by convincing myself that is was just my hallucinations kicking in.

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I rushed to take my pills, to only look up to a tribe of monkeys looking back at me outside my window, they started to chant louder. Banging outside my windows, I turned around to see the book gone, in the hands of the monkey running away at the door, down the hallway!

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I chased down the monkeys to find them destroying EVERYTHING ! I found the book kept on the table neatly ; Inside I found something that shook every nerve inside me . I saw something written in BLOOD in bold letters "RUN"

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And yet there it was, glossy Polaroid bringing back memories never thought I’d remember almost 30 years later. I flipped through a few empty pages, emotionless and thoughtless, trying to distract me from the secrets written after them. As I flipped through the last page, there it was, scrawled on its buttery cream page, in a hasty but elegant handwriting, the one word that brought emotions I never would expected from just a single word. They say words have power but this one held unimaginable amounts of it.

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So terribly stuck inside. Not by the door, it was ajar. But by the realizations that hit me again and again like bullets wedged in my head, throbbing and pulsing and screaming. This clock was soulless for a reason, a reason I thought meant nothing, but it still felt so so very familiar like I should have known what it was. Like it was taunting me, beckoning me, to bring back memories of everything, person, animal, and place I had ever known. And then it struck me, I knew who it was, I knew it with every fiber of my being- my father.

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Wall. I rubbed my eyes and cursed. Was this the only thing that this mysterious noise held? I stared at it, the brown dusty brick wall, all smug and gloating, which seemed to annoy me even more. I tried calming myself down, smoothing the creases in my forehead made from the past hours of anxiety, irritation, and fear. After regaining not a very plenty amount of composure, my eyes darted towards the bottom of the wall like they had a mind of their own. And boy were they right- as the answer to all my problems stood right in front of them,

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Nothing. Surprisingly, they were his own emotions banging inside his head and making their way inside his ear. He breathes a sigh of relief, tries to regain his composure. He blinked slowly, his chest heaving up and down pushing those frightening emotions that caused him hallucinations, far far away. He cracks his knuckles and stretches his back. “Okay.” he sighs. He turns around, and takes precarious steps following the drops. He peers closer, the black floor hides the color of the water droplets. His eyes widen and his torch drops to the floor beside him. He stands still so very still, his heart skips more beats than the number of times his school bell must have rung by now. These aren’t water droplets- they’re blood.

A large figure with a familiar face andred lips dripping blood the color of the drops on the floor. And then the world goes black.

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was two hands, which had wrinkles, veins and nails so long, that clawed onto my ankles. Why hadn’t i realized? This house is as messed up as the people warned me! Or even worse.. I rush in a panic, and I fling my ankle out of the hands grasp in disdain and worry. My head was fuzzy, yet so full of thoughts, that I had not realized, what was making me so anxious, was right infront of me. It was

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Images distorted through my head, all bloody and fierce. I felt as if I was being choked by the word, as if it were wrapped around my neck, my breathing fastened and my sight went blurry it took a few moments to realize I was actually being choked but by the time I did I was already knocked out and lay unconscious on the floor.

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How, Why… What is making me this way? I thought to myself. What have i done, to make my father, my warrior, befall my eyes? Wasn’t he out? This is the clock isn’t it. It’s the work of that CLOCK! It’s driving me crazy! I speak to myself, mumbling and chittering, as I look towards the clock, and I

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By the time I regain consciousness I find myself tied in a very confining way, my hands bound together behind the chair and as I peer down I see my ankles are also restrained. I say to myself “Great even my legs are restricted and now to get out of here seems more like a maze”. While I’m in deep thoughts the door to the chamber opens revealing the grave thing I hadn't been wanting to see the -

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Second one because it leaves you wondering about that person who has apparently not grown up and makes you knack your brain as to why he hasn’t and also it being the shortest one adds to the fact that words are quite powerful because it’s not just about suspense in it, it’s the eeriness that you feel once you’ve read it.

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But it was too late. My heart pulsing, sweat dripping down my face. Whatever I had gone out with wasn't Kelsey. I yelped! What was she and what's happening to her ?! This isn't the Kelsey I knew. My best friend. The one who stayed with me through thick and thin, was no more. I rabidly ran! Hoping and dreaming she was here with me. As I ran with all my heart, every step stealing my sanity. I stopped ,suddenly ...

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I awoke. A striking pain coming from my neck. It was bruised. With nowhere else to go I screamed,yelped tried to call out to any humanity out there. "Where was I ?!". I sobbed. Why was this happening to me! Why?! Just as these thoughts occupied my mind like a frenzy. Someone ....

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And I , at that moment of pure horrid pain saw a sharp glint in the corner of my eye. I ran to it! Then a striking sharp pain hit my head like a bullet. This place that was once empty had a sharp horrid looking bloodied axe infront of me. Then I grinned. My eyes dilated, heart thumping like an earthquake. I saw a mirror in front of me. My face ,hands, arms, all filled with blood. Ah, now I remember.

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The third one because it creates suspense and tension making me want to know what's going to happen next and who this mysterious figure is.

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A twig snapped sharp. I froze and turned my head slowly, my body following. Standing right there infront of me was a beast vicious than anything I've ever seen. My heart thumped against my chest, my feet twitching to run, to hide but I stood still. A glimpse of a silver necklace hanging around the beast's neck caught my eye. Why did it seem so familiar? My stomach drops. That necklace...belonged to Kelsey. No doubt it was, given to her by her late mother. A terrifying thought lingered in my mind. No. It couldn't be. My best friend can't be the monster. She can't be the one looming over me, eyes filled with hunger, ready to devour me whole and claws as sharp as knives, ready to shred me into peices. Kelsey...what happened to you?

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“The book had no title, no author—just my name on the first page.”

I flipped through the pages and realized the story inside was about my life—down to the exact details of what I was thinking. But the last few pages were blank. As I held the book, new words began to appear on the final page: “Look behind you.”

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The beast snarled, but for a split second, its eyes softened—like it recognized me too. “Kelsey?” I whispered, my voice barely escaping my throat. It froze, trembling, as if torn between two sides of itself. Then it let out a heartbreaking cry, a sound that was more human than monster.

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My fingers twitched as I reached for the axe, the weight of it settling into my palm like it had always been meant for me. The mirror didn’t lie—I had done this. But why couldn’t I remember the screams, the chaos, the moment I shattered? The clock chimed once, then twice, each ring echoing like a scream trapped in glass. That’s when I felt it—a presence behind me, cold and still, like breath on the back of my neck. I spun around, heart hammering, the axe raised—but there was no one there. Just shadows that danced like ghosts and that bloody ticking. My chest rose and fell in uneven beats, and the mirror began to blur, not from tears—but from cracks. Cracks that crawled across its surface like veins, and with each one, a memory bled out.

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The beast snarled, but its eyes softened. "Kelsey?" I whispered. It froze, trembling, then let out a heartbreaking cry—more human than monster.

I reached out slowly. "It's me, Kelsey."

For a moment, she seemed to recognize me, but the creature fought it. I knew then—I'd find a way to bring her back.

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A figure loomed over me. "You're awake."

"Where am I?" I gasped.

"Not where you think."

"Why?" I whispered.

"Because you weren't meant to wake up."