Collaborative Stories

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It was Friday the 13th and when Bob woke up he knew something was wrong. His cat was sitting restlessly in the windowsill rather than curled up at his feet, tail erect and fur on end. He was staring out the window at something outside. Out of his throat he emitted the most eery sound. “Happy Valentine’s Day!” my cat said. I screamed in horror. I hated Valentines Day. It reminded me of love long lost, and people who hated me; that was why I had a cat, to avoid people. I hate people. But more importantly than my disgust for people, why and how is my cat talking? Something has got to be wrong. It must have been my stepping on my old mirror my grandmother gave me at the strike of midnight, the night before. I had no idea what was going to happen; however, I was not excited to find out. Forgetting my fear, I got dressed and ready for the day, luckily with no tragic accident. As I walked slowly to the bus on the way to school I realized that as bad as the day might be I must move on. I was just going to have to force myself to make the best of the day.

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Friday the 13th, is supposed to be very scary. I tend to be a very superstitious person, usually to the point of sleeping the whole day of the 13th. Sometimes, I wonder what I'm thinking and feel like I'm just being stupid. But today I was unexpectedly awoken by a screeching sound on my window! This screeching sound scared the tar out of me. I hid my head under the covers, shaking in my polka dotted pajamas. I tried to ignore it, but it continued. So I threw on my big snow boots and trudged out my door. "What is that?" I wondered, everything was a blur so I ran back in to grab glasses. This glass had disappearing tendencies so I could walk around and hit people and they wouldn't know it was me. It may not be the same thing, but my superstitiousness got the best of me, and as my glasses fell to the stone cold ground, they shattered. I cursed under my breath in a whisper and blindly began moving my hands over the ground; screaming as the glass shards cut into my flesh and I began to bleed. As frustrated as I now was, I had to find out what had been making screeching sounds on my window, partially blind and bleeding. I decided that I would go around my house with my huge machete just in case anyone or anything came after me. As I was creepily crawling around my house, I stumbled across something, leaving a giant goose egg in the middle of my forehead. Again, I cursed, this time out loud, mumbling even more as I felt the blood from my hands smear across my forehead. Maybe this unknown creature was too much for me to handle alone. I am going to phone a friend, maybe Joshua will be able to protect me. He is big and intimidating. The only problem I faced now, was finding my phone, which was inside somewhere, nearly impossible to find during my bloody, blinding mess. I blindly half-crawled toward my door, leaving a bloody handprint on the white paint and began my fruitless search for said phone. I jumped awake and turned on the lamp next to my bed. As blood dripped off my fingers I realized I had a bloody nose, and apparently had had a horrible dream.