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The Ring Michele Piken
The Ring
Michele Piken
I sit up and reach for my afghan at the end of the bed. I see movement at the far side of my room. I stare into the darkness trying to see what it is. Something moves across the room and stops a few feet from the end of my bed. I say it's something because it is more of a black blob then anything in particular. A chill runs down my back and the hair on my arms stand up. "Who's there, who's there"
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