Last night, covering up murder, running from rape, and lost in Disney World

It had been an accident. But the cover up had been planned. Too bad bones don't burn the way they should. I had discovered the body, and had kept my friends secret for too long. But now they had been discovered by others, my parents would be home, everyone would know the truth. I begged to call the police. Turn yourself in before its too late. I dialed 911, crying.

I was in class, my friend was there looking mopey. What was up I had asked? I am going to jail, she slowly said. Didn't I remember last night, the hours spent down at the police station. They had called in everyone. But it was a blur to me.

I had been drugged. I knew what he was about to do, I struggled to get our of the room. He laughed and my sluggish movements. I vowed if I survived this that I would going to kill him. Luckily by meth dealing neighbor, an old woman with the face of a bull dog, had heard my screams. She came in loaded, in every sense of the word, and escorted me out. A biker gang was across the street. It didn't take any imagination to guess what had happened inside the house. That biker gang hated rapists. I didn't have to worry about revenge.

But then I was in Disney World, behind the scenes. It was raining and my family was trying to escape. We tried to climb and unlock our ways our of these magical words, but I got separated and kept getting smaller and smaller until walking through the miniature worlds was easy. Little robots were looking for us. I kept on the look out for my family. The robots turned into trash bags when I hit them. But the park police were right on their trail. Where was I? I kept thinking...

A couple of nights ago, sending a demon to hell

It was a race to find the amulet. Me versus a demon possessing a woman's body. It was in an old, five floor antique shop. I entered as quickly as possible with the demon right on my heels, my head scanned the first floor, full of old furniture, and I raced to the second floor, but something inside me was whispering that it was in the attic. I hurried past old dolls, faded photographs and moth eaten fur coats. There in the attic, a black cat jumped out. Here was a powerful nun who had been turned into a feline by the darker forces. The demon ran up beside me and began attacking me. But all of a sudden, as if a great lasso had caught the demon around the neck, she was pulled to a chair. I knew I had to thank the black cat, she was using the last of her magic to trap the horrible demon. I scanned the room and a wave of pressure enveloped me. It was as if I had suddenly jumped into the deep end of a pool and sunk right to the bottom. A old wooden box pulsated. I knew this is where the amulet was. I walked slowly, as if still at the bottom of a pool, and reached for the box. Inside was the amulet, small and gold, with a black stone that resembled an animal at the top. The old black cat's magic was fading, and I knew what I had to do. With the added magic of the amulet, I had enough power to preform a spell. Given to me on her death bed, the nun from Saint Mary's had whispered a free go to hell card, that I could apply to any blood thirsty demon I wanted. I spoke the words she had given me..."with the power invested in me by the the Church of Saint Mary, I banish you straight to hell!" The demon screamed and slid out of view of this reality. I was safe, I had the amulet, things were looking up.