I was overwhelmed with how happy and excited all our cousins were to spend the summer with us.
Tim was the oldest of them, and was my age. His face was a bit frightening, with glaring hazel eyes, runaway red hair, freckles, and his height. Plus, he had a bit of an underbite.
Jess was the اگلے oldest, maybe a سال یا two below me. She always reminded me of an angel, with her soft blonde curls, big blue eyes, dimples, and optimisitc outlook.
Joey was Jess's twin brother. He looked barely anything like her, with his dark hair falling in his equally dark eyes. He even acted differently from her.
Isaac was 11, the same age as Claire. He had boring brown hair matched with green eyes, catlike.
Amelia was 10. She had fiery red hair like Tim, but she had peculiar blue eyes that seemed almost purple. She was painfully shy, so shy I often wondered if she was afraid of her own shadow.
Makayla was the youngest at 6. She was so silly and carefree and was nice to everyone.
Then there was me, plain old Sadie, with my plain سٹرابیری, اسٹرابیری blonde hair that grew down my back and my gray eyes. Tall and skinny and pale. That was me. Blended into any crowd.
Claire was made similarly to me, tall and skinny with long hair. But her hair was curly and black, and she had sparkling blue eyes. I felt so out of place. But I told myself, Sadie, it will only be a short time. This is your family. Relax.
Tim was the oldest of them, and was my age. His face was a bit frightening, with glaring hazel eyes, runaway red hair, freckles, and his height. Plus, he had a bit of an underbite.
Jess was the اگلے oldest, maybe a سال یا two below me. She always reminded me of an angel, with her soft blonde curls, big blue eyes, dimples, and optimisitc outlook.
Joey was Jess's twin brother. He looked barely anything like her, with his dark hair falling in his equally dark eyes. He even acted differently from her.
Isaac was 11, the same age as Claire. He had boring brown hair matched with green eyes, catlike.
Amelia was 10. She had fiery red hair like Tim, but she had peculiar blue eyes that seemed almost purple. She was painfully shy, so shy I often wondered if she was afraid of her own shadow.
Makayla was the youngest at 6. She was so silly and carefree and was nice to everyone.
Then there was me, plain old Sadie, with my plain سٹرابیری, اسٹرابیری blonde hair that grew down my back and my gray eyes. Tall and skinny and pale. That was me. Blended into any crowd.
Claire was made similarly to me, tall and skinny with long hair. But her hair was curly and black, and she had sparkling blue eyes. I felt so out of place. But I told myself, Sadie, it will only be a short time. This is your family. Relax.
Sea around,
This is a place,
Nightmares are found.
Stinking bogs,
And tombstones black,
It is waiting,
To attack.
Enter now,
And آپ will find,
Objects of,
The destroyed kind.
Bloody puddles,
Broken mirrors,
Headless dolls,
All to fuel your fears.
Around the corner,
Darkness waits,
For the اگلے victim,
And his fate.
Death and distress,
Blood and gore,
Normal things,
That we adore.
Twins in life,
Death as well,
Pale and ghostly,
We won't tell.
What had happened,
Late one night,
After she barked,
Before the bite.
Now we lay,
In watery grave,
Bodies empty,
Souls not saved.
Until the night,
We answer her call,
Haunt the living,
Until they fall.
