𝐋𝐎𝐀𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆...
𝐋𝐎𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐃!
Crystal Lake, Cunningham County, New Jersey.
A mixture of the best memories and worst trauma was weighed on the shoulders of one location. It was a lot to place on the poor lake. She believes she's shed more tears tha...
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LOADING BACKGROUND EVENTS... WELCOME NEW USER, TERRI MOORE!
Shrugging her backpack strap over her shoulder- Terri walked around the corner of an old cabin.
She was serious about leaving early. The past few days have already been hell, so why should she expect things to get better?
Sam was sweet, she really was, but she couldn't stop Terri from getting the fuck out of dodge.
The blonde teenager grabbed an old bike and lifted it off the ground. She found it earlier- turning her suggestion into a full-blown plan. Leaving was more of a fantasy, but the bike made it a reality.
Terri inspected the rusty red bike. She pinched the tires, which were slightly low but good enough for one last ride.
Seems like things are finally looking up.
A heavy leather-gloved hand planted itself on her shoulder. It spun her around, nearly giving Terri whiplash, and shoved her against the wall.
"What-"
A rusty spear impaled her through the heart and stuck into the concrete behind her. Terri slumped forward, falling to her knees and slowly sliding down the spear's shaft.
The teenager gurgled, a raspy breath leaving her before her pupils went big and her jaw slackened.
Her bleeding heart, hurriedly throbbing, was left attached to the wall with the spear through it.
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