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by Annie

There was three children, Josh, Justin and Jacob. Their father was a grave-digger. Their dad was just about to dig another person, Annie, a grave. Little miss Annie died in a car accident. She was in perfect condition. Not a scratch on her face. Well, the dad, Mr. Wilson, was opening the casket when he noticed that it was his lunch break.

“I'll be back in an hour, kids,” said Mr. Wilson.

“Okay dad!” the kids said.

“Wanna play truth or dare, Justin?” said Josh.

“No. It's just trouble waiting to happen.” said Justin.

“I'll play truth or dare with you, Josh.” said Jacob.

“Okay, truth or dare?” said Josh.

“I'll choose...DARE!” said Jacob.

“Okay then, I dare you to...” Josh looked at little innocent Annie. “Scratch her face.” Josh pointed at the little dead Annie.

“Don't do it!” said Justin.

“I can do whatever I want! Besides, dad won't be back for another hour! I'll be fine!” said Jacob.

“Whatever you say.” said Justin.

But Jacob wasn't fine. He was in a dangerous situation.

“What are you waiting for?! Christmas?” asked Josh.

“I'm going! I'm going!” argued Jacob.

He reached for Annie's face and scratched it. It felt like forever. Jacob felt awful.

“Okay! My turn!” yelled Josh.

“I don't wanna play anymore,” said Jacob.

THE NEXT DAY AT SCHOOL. “Students! Settle down, settle down! Today, we have a new student!” said the teacher. “Can everyone say hello to Annie?” “Hello Annie,” the students groaned.

That Annie chick was familiar. Too familiar. Annie turned. Jacob saw her scar. Jacob fainted.

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