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     Anita Harrow was not the kind of person that heard voices. But this one wasn’t the typical “in your head” voice; it was a presence, something real, hiding somewhere in the dark corners of her room. Night after night, sounding faint and far away, the Voice would speak to her. Every time, the ceiling fan would switch on by itself, sending a cold wave of air through her room, and every time the Voice would ask the same thing;         “Are you chilly?”         Over and over.         “Are you chilly?”         For what felt to her like hours, the Voice would ask its question, the soft h

     I stare across the room, transfixed by the ugliest cuckoo clock in the world. Dangling on my wall, with cracked, bright red paint and chipping wood, it is an eyesore. It's almost funny, having this thing on my living room wall, in sight of the rest of my open layout first floor. It would be, except that it hadn't been there before I went out.      I had left for groceries just two hours before, and upon returning, there it was. All the doors were still locked, and no windows had been broken, either here or upstairs. Besides the clock, everything was as I had left it.      Curiosity gets the better of me; with only a few minutes until e

     Once upon a time, there lived a beautiful princess. She lived in a land where the sun shone brightly all the time, the green hills rolled into the distance, and fluffy white clouds streaked across a blue, blue sky. She had everything that a princess could possibly ask for: a large castle, a stable full of horses, and all the jewels she could buy. Yes, the princess' life was truly blessed, except for one thing...she was very lonely.     It was an awfully big castle, to be living there all alone. Her horses weren't very skilled in the art of conversation. Her jewels just didn't seem to love her back. She would often find herself wanderin

     There's nothing quite like the thrill you get from watching those whodunit movies. Me, I can't get enough of them! Lately, it's been Sherlock Holmes, Hercule Poirot, and Miss Marple. I have a weakness for the classics, what can I say? For as much as I love them, however, I have noticed a number of, well, patterns, in regards to how story lines tend to play out. They have popped up so much it almost seems like a requirement to have them in there somewhere! What are they, you ask? Well I'll tell you. Ladies and Gentlemen, these are the ten things to expect from classic mystery movies! Number One: There will be the one guy with the motive,