A Scary Sleepover at Jennifer's

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Lub dub, heavy breathing, lub dub. My heart beat was as if it was going to start pounding out through my noggin, as I was trying to catch my breath. I could hear footsteps coming up behind me like a tiger was chasing at my heels. A loud scream pierced my ears and echoed many, many times in my mind. My thoughts raced from one thing to another. After locking the door, the four of us clinched in a corner for nearly an hour.

My day had begun normal. I remember I woke up, went to school and found myself with my friends that afternoon. My company consisted five of my closest buddies, Latisha, Alex (my brother), dawn, Kristina, and my best friend Jennifer.. We all had hung out many times before and knew each other well. For most of the evening, we sat around telling scary stories and gossiping about other classmates. Time passed quickly and soon, it was time to head home. The girls were all planning a sleepover party at Jennifer’s. Her mom had gone out of town for the weekend, and she was not willing to stay alone. We started our evening of leisure by getting into our pajamas, and returning to our scary stories. Before realizing it, another hour had passed. All the stories must have gotten to us because before we went upstairs we made sure every light was on in the house.

The hair on the back of my neck literally began to rise as we listened to the cold silence. In the near distance we listened to three loud car horns and a door slam. We, then, jumped away from the window and started down the stairs. Half way down the stairs, all of us stopped dead in the middle of our tracks. The roof began to shake and sounded like a baby rattle, it was as if someone was climbing across it.

Our pulses were bounding as we flew down the remainder of the stairs. Lub dub, heavy breathing. We then huddled together in the kitchen. For our own safety, we then gathered a huge sharp knife and the phone. We came up with explanations to relieve our minds...
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