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A slight breeze scattered dead leafs around as she pulled into the nearly empty dirt parking lot. Good, it wasn't going to be crowded like all the other ones; crowds tended to lessen the scare effect.The dirt parking lot was not very easy to walk on in high heels, but she managed to make it to the old, cracked sidewalk and up the worn porch stairs. There was an old mailbox with the word 'TICKETS' painted in red, dripping letters. She had already purchased her ticket online several days ago along with one for her boyfriend. She stuffed the two tickets into the slot and went to the door. She thought it was a bit odd not to have a greeter to direct customers, but, again, the ad in the paper promised a very different kind of scare.The front door was one of the old-fashioned kind with a brass doorknob and oval glass window. The curtained window had a pair of bloody handprints streaking down it. The door creaked loudly as she stepped inside.A single electric candle flickering on the. Between his home and the cliff were a couple of trees.From what seemed like a mile away, he could see someone coming towards his direction.She's here, Charles thought."She" being Ivy. The girl of his dreams. And nightmares.Charles waited until she finally approached. When she was just ten meters of his range, he waved at her. Ivy waved back at him. As he got a closer look at her, he was surprised at what she was wearing. She wasn't dressed in her bad girl clothes. She was dressed in pink jogging clothes; with white jogging shoes and she wore her long brown hair in a ponytail."You look great. You also look different. You ditched your bad girl appearance??" he asked her in a joking way.He was just glad to see her."Let's say I decided to go jogging before I was going to bump into you," Ivy smiled.Ivy moved closer to him. Before he could say a word or make a move, she gave him a warm hug. He was touched. He hugged her back. She let go of him and then he let go of her."Ivy you have no.
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