This is the second story prompt from the book I got for Christmas and it took me several versions to get something I didn't hate. The title was given to me and the words that had to be included are underlined throughout the text. I haven't edited this story, either, so I apologize for anything repetitive, misspelled, or just plain idiotic.
I laid in my bed, the covers pulled up to my chin, and held very still. Even breathing seemed too loud and made my heart race at the thought that I’d be heard and the ghost would come for me.
Every night for as long as I could remember, there had been unexplainable sounds that woke me up and kept me paralyzed in fear until exhaustion simply won out. I was only fifteen but I didn&rsquo...
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