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Remember.... the path you choose might never lead to what it says it leads to...

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I stood against the wooden door frame, peering in around the living room. A coffee table, and a few cats, a living room couch that's had more ass on it then I will ever. My parents would hate this place. My father would criticize Doctor Jamerson's skills as a doctor because of how unsanitary his little home was. My mother would probably be trying to grind up against him, even though Jamerson is fifty, and is a widower. Honestly, I liked his home. It was nice, and outside was this beautiful willow tree, with a key shape carved at it's base.

"Hey, do you want some water? I know climbing trees in the summer can be really tough work! And you have to stay hydrated." His voice startled me, and I turned around with a grateful smile. "Sure!"

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Poppy's hands clawed at the soft ground. Water was coughed up as she scrambled out of the pool and looked around her. Confusion muddled her thoughts, as she tried to remember how she got to this bleak and seemingly abandoned suburban neighborhood. When she looked down, she saw blood dripping from her elbows, knees, the back of her neck and the sockets of her arms and legs. Then screams bubbled up from her throat. There were no particular words, but there was her sister's name that echoed up into the grey-blue sky. Time blurred, and what seemed to be hours passed. There wasn't a single soul around to help her. The blood didn't stop flowing, and once Poppy realized that there was no pain, her confusion only increased. Where was she? Slowly, the teenager headed over to open the back screen door of the house, and realized it was open. Taking a gentle step into the home, she looked around. "Hello? Is anyone... there?" No one replied. She started to panic again, and ran to the front yard, picking up a bike that was there. She rode down the nameless streets, seeing that each home looked exactly like the next home. For a while, she stopped riding, and went door to door, knocking. No one everanswered. The sky never seemed to change color, and when Poppy searched for the sun with narrowed green eyes, she could never spot the sun or moon. A feeling crawled over her skin, and she went to check the pockets of her bloody jeans. Her phone! Her fingers stumbled over the buttons, and she scrolled through her contacts.

"No service? Damn." She could still see her last messages.

To see the choice click on the [x] 

Pierce | "Hey, I was wondering if you still wanted..." [x]

Rose | "Thanks for the outifts, ttyl sis!..." [x]

Dad | "Hey, you're late for dinner, and your mother..." [x]

Mom | "I'm sorry. I should have told..." [x]

After reading them all, Poppy shakes a little, dropping the i-phone on the ground. "Breathe." What kind of stuff had she been involved in? What kind of family had she had? Where were they now? She couldn't remember any of them, but the word WEEPER pops up in her memory, and she remembers...

A shaggy black dog, who seems like it's starving stands by a car accident. I freeze, getting chills running up my arms. It's making this awful noise, a god awful noise. "Mom...?" She sees it too. As mayor of the town, she never gets pale, but here she is, as pale as our last name- Snow.  Lies always come out through terrible things like this. "Mom? You..." She always tells me that the things I see and hear are only in my head.

But I know she sees them too. I know she sees the spirits.

Poppy takes a shaky breath in. She remembers her mother. Some of her mother-only fragments of memories. Her mother's strict, rare and uneven laugh. How she could stand in a mirror, and make herself look twenty years younger. The arguments and yelling that her mother would start at the dinner table. She also remembers the weepers. Just like the omen of death, her mother had piercing eyes, that almost seemed black, but like Poppy, had dark hair and skin. "Mom... What did I do?" Poppy mumbles into the ever going wind. "What did you do?" She also thinks about the name Pierce. Obviously, who ever Pierce was, Poppy wronged him too. And Rose? Her twin sister? Where was she know? Poppy sighs, and tucks the phone into her back pocket. She looks up at the bleak sky, before looking back in front of her. There is suddenly a horizon, and at the horizon, is a tree line! Something new! But Poppy has yet to look in the houses... and her phone is buzzing.

Check Phone: [x]
Go Into Tree Line: [x]
Check the house: [x]

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  • AAAHHHHH!!!! WHAT DID I WALK INTO?!?! *desperately clicks things trying to find a path.* Holy shit, woman. How long did this take? It's like the video game version of writing. XD 

    *is reluctantly addicted*

    • Four hours, including the lunch break and the multiple biking trips in between. <3 I'm glad you like it...

      'CAUSE THERE WILL BE MOAR!

    • Round three: *cries* Died. Twice. Fuck me. XD

      Round four: *goes for round four*  I NEED THE TREE LINE!!!! *grumbles and goes to finish exploring all the rest as Apollo impatiently waits.*

      Side note: Really elaborate. I like your creativity here. Really unique and fun to do. Shamelessly did all of them. Thanks for sharing! Can't wait to try the rest. 

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