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I know I have. I light her candle and sing happy birthday to her. “Make a wish.” I blow out the candle. “I made a wish too. I wished I could take your place. Most of all, I wish for you to come back and be okay. That’s all I want for Christmas.” I kiss her head and wrap my arms around her. Falling in a deep sleep. I woke up to the sound no loved one should hear.

I and Scott holds on to the switch and after everyone counted from one to three, we pressed it and the tree lighted up. Last Christmas by Taylor Swift is played through the house as everyone screams Merry Christmas. I pull Scott's had to dance with me when I see others dancing. "No fucking way I'm dancing!" He pouts. "You already got me to wear a red shirt and no way I'm doing two hideous things in a day" "Come on, Scott" I pinch his sides. "Nolan and I used to dance to this song" I say and his eyes suddenly widen, his head perking up.

I blinked at the sound of his question, snapping out of my reverie. “Y–yeah,” I stuttered out a quick response, cursing under my breath nonstop at my foolish mistake. I was unconsciously drooling over my ex-husband, how pathetic. “I came to deliver these before the munchkins wake up, but I see you beat me to it,” I said, nodding towards the half-empty dish of the delicious cookies to distract him from noticing what had just happened, and he chuckled. “You keep forgetting that I'm Santa,” he winked, a small smirk tugging at the corner of his lips, and I shook my head, ignoring the kaleidoscope of butterflies fluttering in the pit of my stomach from that one simple action.

"Never say never. Who knows…" Gosh, she was truly hopeless! Not wanting to listen to her nonsense anymore, I ended the call. Later events proved I shouldn't have done that. At least then I could have prepared myself for what was to come. … After the Christmas break, Louis and I both returned to work. The first morning rush after the holidays always resulted in unusually congested traffic. To make matters worse, I seemed to get caught at every red light possible. The trip that usually took no more than half an hour ended up taking me almost 50 minutes.

(CHALK NIGHTMARE) “DEATH, DIE, THE DEAD.” An eerie song is echoing all around the place and under the bright full moon. The melody of the song will bring chills down anyone’s spine. Making all the gentle animals around hide in fear, while the owl coos and the ravens are screaming. In that not-so-dead night, Gennivier is singing the song while marking the points and the necessary corners in the middle of the biggest pentagram and where they are about to open the gate and fulfill the end most perfectly.

she whispered back, though a soft, involuntary smile tugged at the corners of her mouth. "It is not the fire," Xander corrected softly, his thumb brushing over her knuckles as they reached the edge of the cleared space in the center of the plateau. "It is you. You are the brightest thing in this entire forest." The fiddlers, sensing the arrival of their leaders, seamlessly transitioned the music. The fast, breathless jig slowed, melting into a deep, resonant, and profoundly ancient melody. It was the Song of the First Winter—a piece of music that spoke of survival, of finding warmth in the darkest, coldest nights, and of the unbreakable bonds forged in the frost. The drums laid down a slow,

Adam replied with an obvious smile. I paused. I then looked into Adam's eyes. "After you leave this room, please erase all your memories of this night or morning. Pretend we haven't met today, and don't make any suspicious moves. We agreed to this." I held out my hand in front of Adam. Adam took it, shaking my hand as proof that we were going to forget what had happened that night. "Mahira!" called a voice from outside. "Mahira!" the man shouted again when he didn't hear my reply from inside.

But if there is a chance, I will say But for now, they need to rest. "Thank you so much for the food. It's delicious. Then we still have chocolates." Cassianna picked up the chocolate, as if she was worshiping the chocolate that Mom gave the song. My mother just laughed and rubbed Cassiana's head. As Lesandro was looking at me, I also caressed my son's head and blinked softly. I noticed that Cassianna was angry because she was driving and driving her older brother. So I and Remon also caressed it and knelt down with the two children. I stopped treating them and they behaved. Remon paused, and we went to the living area.

"Crazy?" Xanti asked. He wouldn't deny that he was also terrified when the conversation was about a ghost. "You can see his behaviors earlier, when he's speaking his eyes looking around and suddenly smile and when you entered I noticed him screaming outside," said Nash even though he was terrified. "What is he shouting?" They all asked. The three stopped shouting and started listening to them.. "My child....give my daughter back....Where is my daughter Casey?! Wait who is Casey hahahaha." They stopped when Nash suddenly did what the old man did earlier.

They could put it on display as much as they wanted, but come midnight, I'd be the one up there with him. The heat was becoming stifling now and somewhere in the coked-up, thrill-seeking chaos of my brain a little voice told me it was no longer a comfortable heat, that the dial was turning into the danger zone, that I should go get that water, but I carried on regardless. Nothing was going to slow me down, especially not tonight. It seemed sacrilegious somehow, like I'd be breaking The Rules According To Casey Brogan. Casey Brogan never left mid-tune. Casey Brogan fired up the party. Fuck, Casey Brogan was the party. I never stopped. Not until the very end and sometimes even then I wasn't do