TRUE LOVE NEVER DIES

<p class=ql-align-center>WHISPERS IN THE DARK </p><p class=ql-align-center><strong style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>Is he real or was it all in my mind?</strong></p><p class=ql-align-center><br></p><p class=ql-align-center><strong style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>Alice</strong></p><p class=ql-align-center><span style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>After my mother remarried my stepfather convinced her to move us into an abandoned estate but I knew better. From the moment I stepped inside I could feel the dark energy that permeated the walls. It wasn't long before I heard whispers a haunting voice that seemed to be calling to me or noises coming from the walls.</span></p><p class=ql-align-center><span style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>It's my senior year of high school. I want to go out have a boyfriend and avoid my mother's overbearing existence because she thinks I'm making things up. I want to explore my sexuality but it's like the house smells the need for me to leave.</span></p><p class=ql-align-center><span style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>At night it gives me what I crave. The more reckless I become the more it becomes real but I want the truth. I want to know if I made it all up. The only way is to find out the house's history but I never imagined there were secrets from the reality haunting me for so long.</span></p><p class=ql-align-center><br></p><p class=ql-align-center><span style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>The truth was right in front of me.</span></p><p class=ql-align-center><span style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>I could feel it.</span></p><p class=ql-align-center><span style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>I just couldn't see...him.</span></p><p class=ql-align-center><br></p><p class=ql-align-center>CIRCLE OF FREAKS</p><p class=ql-align-center><br></p><p class=ql-align-center><strong style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>Ivy Sloan</strong></p><p class=ql-align-center><br></p><p class=ql-align-center><span style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>Since I was a little girl I fell in love with the circus. It's all I ever wanted to see up close or be a part of. There was no room for things like that where I grew up. There was no room for anything except bad memories and bad expectations. </span></p><p class=ql-align-center><br></p><p class=ql-align-center><span style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>Every year around Devil's Night since we moved to Stockbridge the Circle of Freaks paranormal circus comes to town. It's an eighteen-and-over horror show in which no one talks about what goes on inside because they can't.</span></p><p class=ql-align-center><br></p><p class=ql-align-center><span style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>But this year is different. This year my prayers have been answered by gifting me a ticket. Despite what people think of me at school. Despite the girls gone missing--- Found dead. I wasn't prepared for what I would see. </span></p><p class=ql-align-center><span style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>I wasn't prepared for...him.</span></p><p><br></p>