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We are both crazy addicts to good heavy metal, so when the song goes on for 1 minute and 40 seconds and the sound of the guitar explodes, we both start shaking our heads in time to the music. ♫ ♪ Have you run your fingers down the wall And have you felt your neck skin crawl When you're searching for the light? Sometimes when you're scared to take a look At the corner of the room You've sensed that something's watching you ♫ ♪ Bruce Dickinson's voice is damn good, so it's easy for us to start chanting the song at the top of our lungs. ♫ ♪ Fear of the dark Fear of the dark I have a constant fear that something's always near

“Don’t stay up too late. And don’t tell your mother. I think Farm of death was way underrated. Goodnight. Love you squirt.” I giggle at being busted but also Dad keeping my secret. He steals a handful of my popcorn, with Max gobbling up the pieces that fall from his hand. I promise him I won’t stay up all night and I won’t tell Mom. Dad goes to the kitchen and gets himself a bottle of water, before taking Max out to go to the bathroom. Then he makes sure all the windows and doors are locked a final time before turning in for the night. I turn back on Farm Of Death just in time to see a scarecrow come to life and chase a couple through the corn maze with a machete.

“You two look cozy. Domestic. Slightly rumpled. I approve.” Marcus wanted the mattress to swallow him whole. “It’s not what it looks like,” he muttered. Scar gasped dramatically. “Oh God. You sound guilty. That makes it look exactly like something. You don't have to lie, I am not a child.” Cass buried her face in her hands. “Scar, please stop.” Scar leaned forward, stage whispering, “Did he snore? Talk in his sleep? Drool on you? I feel like he drools. He looks like a drooler.”

No one was inside, but as far as the MRF room was concerned, I'm sure JDC was just hiding somewhere. Plastic bottles of water and soft drinks that could be recycled littered the room. It's also dusty and in disarray, it was not like when we last went here when we rescued my sister. One step we took towards the middle of the room, we suddenly heard a familiar song. “(They long to be) Close to you” by The Carpenters was playing on the background. Instead of being inspired because there was a song, it made me feel even more creep out. What's with the song choice anyway?

I badly want to dance while that song is playing. Where are you, Hiro? I bend down my head and again I heaved a sigh. I dressed up well for him but it seems like... | Baby, you don't have to worry 'Cause there ain't no need to hurry No one ever said that there's an easy way When they're closing all their doors They don't want you anymore This sounds funny but I'll say it anyway | "Can I have this dance?" My head lifted up when someone spoke in front of me.

So, I had to put on ice the conversation. "Mr. Denver, do you have some music?" "Of course I do." He switched on the music player and a familiar rhythm were coming from it. It was Bob Marley's Don't Worry, Be Happy. This song was meant to make people happy, but this time, it grieved me. "Mr. Denver, don't you have Skepta or Youngthug, Travis Scott or" "I do not have any of that son! Those are for gangsters, or are you a gangster, Mr. Sam?"

“Before I break your fucking spine.” His eyes flick to Lex, then back to me. “Make me.” And for a moment, I actually might. Right here. Right now. In front of the cameras. In front of the fans dead quiet all around while the airport voice overhead drones on in the distance. Boarding gates, last calls, terminal announcements… Everything around us is noise. But all I hear is her breath hitching. And all I feel is my wolf, breaking inside me, screaming her name. “Alexandra is ours! OURS! OURS! TAKE WHAT IS OURS!”

“After each failure, each fall, you get up and you try again. And you might fail again, but you get back up. Each and every time, you get back up.” Throat tight, I nod and look out at the farmland. There’s a barn not far from the house, and two of the three horses have their heads hanging out the open Dutch doors. I’ve always considered myself more or less scrappy and have been able to climb and crawl out of some shitty situations. But once I’m standing on my own two feet again, I’m lost. “I don’t know where to go after I get back up.” Grandpa smiles. “Let’s start with getting you a decent drink.”

Whenever I want you, all I have to do is dream, dream, dream. My knees shake as I stand up from the couch. Oh no, this is not right. I look around me. What the fuck is going on? I start to run but I don’t see the door. Oh man, where is the fuckin’ door? I can’t find the exit. The music continues to play and it’s not funny. This old tuned song scares the hell out of me and makes me panic. ’I can make you mine, taste your lips of wine, anytime night or day.’

I'm well acquainted with villains that live in my head They beg me to write them so they'll never die when I'm dead And I've grown familiar with villains that live in my head They beg me to write them so I'll never die when I'm dead I'm bigger than my body I'm colder than this home I'm meaner than my demons I'm bigger than these bones And all the kids cried out, "Please stop, you're scaring me" I can't help this awful energy God damn right, you should be scared of me Who is in control? And all the kids cried out, "Please stop, you're scaring me" I can't help this awful energy God damn right, you should be scared of me Who is in control? Source: LyricFind