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Imagine for a moment that you are dreaming of your friends dying...
Then your friends actually begin dying in the manner you dreamt...
All witnesses are pointing the finger at you...
Now the Police are after you...
What do you do?
This is the very situation that Jason Scottsdale finds himself in...
No where to run, No where to hide...
Just the knowledge that he isn't the killer...
Or is he...
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Shadows of My Mind
The black of nothingness is where he comes from, where he thrives, where he watches.
Sweat poured down his face as he hauled ass down the dark alley, the mysterious figure gaining on him. Once again he had witnessed it brutally kill one of his friends, and now it was chasing him as it always had. He dodged piles of trash that littered the alley, trying his best not lose the advantage of the head start he had. He dared take a glance over his shoulder, to see just how much of a lead he had. To his surprise, he had lost the figure, but for how long was the question lingering in his head. His feet slid to a halt on the wet pavement his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath, he reached for his shirt to wipe the sweat from his face. As the shirt fell from his face, he found himself face to face with the very dark figure he had thought he had lost.
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