I saw her. The one who took my life away. I saw her dark circles under her eyes, the way her jet black hair makes a pin look crooked, the way her cherry red lips sucked the soul out of me.
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Today is June 3rd, 1947. My name is Anna Martz, I am 14 years old and my best friend is Leah Smith. We are joined at the hip, we never fight and we are never seen apart from one another. Leah thought it would be fun to go to Dawson Park which is supposedly haunted, we think otherwise. Or at least that is what we thought at the time. There's a glow off the pavement from the splatters of rain crashing down onto the street. I invite Leah to go on the swing set with me. We are having a great time laughing and giggling about things we will surely forget five minutes later. We roll down the grassy hill side not caring about our nice church clothes getting destroyed, Mama hates it when I ruin my church clothes. I hear a whisper coming from the trees saying; "Go. You better turn back now...before it's too late." I thought it was just one of the mean boys teasing us, boy was I wrong. All of a sudden, Leah lets out a short hysterical yelp. I turn around to see a figure holding Leah. The figure is definitely from the other side, and is definitely a girl. She has big dark purple circles under her eyes. I am in total awe at her appearance, the way her jet black hair makes a pin look crooked, the way her lips make the pigment of a cherry suddenly seem dull. She pounces on Leah lip syncing some words in a foreign launguage. Now as I stare back at Leah, she is suddenly not the same. She now has honey blonde hair and her lips are sparkling like glitter in the sunlight. The "demon" stares me down, it seems she's not giving up until I blink. I finally gave in and blinked. That was when I had all the life in me sucked out and possesed by a demon. Leah and I now join the demon, whose name is Ellie. Except for the part of sucking our souls out of our bodies, she seems extremely nice, especially for a demon. Leah and I are living in fear and worry every moment of every day. We fear that Ellie won't turn out to be as nice and might turn us into dust, we worry that our families and loved ones are frantically searching for us. They are probably spending every penny in their pockets looking for clues as to where we might have gone. The thing that scares me the most though is if they even get a lead as to what happened, we will have to defeat their souls. I will never forget that day at Dawson Park.
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