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Personal Narrative: Haunted Blade

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Haunted Blade I never really believed in things being haunted or anything supernatural at all in my life, at least not until a few nights ago. Right now I’m writing this on a piece of toilet paper with my own blood and a needle I stole from one of the nurses here at the mental ward. They’re going to lock me up forever once they find me. This needs to be recorded now. I was a normal rebellious kid, senior year, cars, girls, and drinking the nights away at parties. I passed my classes and had a future at college. The other things were just fun on the side. I couldn't really stress about school 24/7. The night I lost my mind was the night of the biggest house party of the year. A house overflowing with high school kids, alcohol, weed, and bodily fluids. I can't go into much detail due to the lack of time I have, and I can't really remember what else happened at the party. All I know is that it was...fun, the last amount of fun I would ever really have at a party. …show more content…

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