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Saturday, January 30, 2016

Contribute to MANA's Blog Continuing Short Story And Help The Flint Alumnae Chapter of Delta Sigma Theta Sorority, Inc.

MarketingNewAuthors.com (MANA) presents its annual fundraiser that we call, "MANA's Blog Continuous Short Story." We would like to thank each and every one of you who took the time to contribute your comments to the 2015 short story fundraiser that benefited the Alzheimer's Foundation of America. (Click HERE to view our 2015 short story.)

MANA and its parent company, Robbie Dean Press, have supported different scholarship funds and charities for years. "MANA's Blog Continuous Short Story" is yet another way of supporting charitable causes and organizations. The designated charity for 2016 is the Flint Alumnae Chapter of Delta Sigma Theta Sorority, Inc., a public service sorority in Flint, Michigan. 

The Flint Alumnae Chapter is currently involved in helping to provide water to citizens in Flint, Michigan where the drinking water has been contaminated by lead from aging water pipes. There are many people who have and will be donating bottled water. However, Flint residents will continue to need bottled water as well as water filters. To find out more about the Flint Water Crisis, click HERE

The Chapter serves the community by partnering with organizations such as Habitat for Humanity, the North End Soup Kitchen, the League of Women Voters, the Flint Public Library, the Flint Institute of Music, and the Flint Institute of Arts, to name a few. 

This is how "MANA's Blog Continuous Short Story" works: 

1. The photo in this blog post serves as a prompt. The first person to post can write five sentences or more based on the photo prompt. 

2. The next writer should add to the story of the first post. After that, every writer should add to the story of the previous writer.

3. For every 20 posts of five sentences or more, MANA will donate $10 to the Flint Alumnae Chapter of Delta Sigma Theta Sorority, Inc.

This activity is twofold: It will provide money to purchase water filters for Flint residents and will allow an opportunity for you to be a part of a creative experience. 

So, be the first one to post your comment below and encourage others to post so that we can   get our 2016 campaign started!



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  1. I couldn't remember how I arrived here, or what I was doing here. All I know is that I was floating in the middle of these waters alone. I do remember my boat of friends having a good time, but something happened, and the next thing I remember is being here. My head throbbed and my arms were getting weak, so I decided to swim forward to find any type of land. I couldn't stay out in the waters, and I needed to find my friends to make sure they were okay.

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    1. I scanned the horizon for any piece of land I could see. Panicking, I see a shoreline in the distance. As I swam toward it, the land seemed to be moving further and further away. My arms were weakening with every stride I made. The water felt as if it was turning into quicksand, sucking me under, wanting to make me part of it. My mind was racing as every stride shortened and as my head is sinking closer and closer to the water line. Thinking of my family, my friends, and the mystery that lies ahead.

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  2. My legs felt like they weighed a ton as I reached the shallow waters near the shoreline. The remnants of our party the night before were scattered along the beach. As the tide rolled in and out, a lone boat cushion lapped gently against the shoreline. I continued to tell myself to be calm. Simultaneously, I reviewed every survival tactic I had ever seen on TV. I prayed silently that my friends were ok as tears streamed down my cheeks. I knew I had to make a plan and get moving if I wanted to survive.

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  3. I started by gathering all of the things that had washed up onto the beach. I had 6 boat cushions, 14 bottled waters, a cooler with a fifth of tequila and 3 lemons. There were also apples and strawberries. With enough supplies to last more than a day, I decided to try to find things I could use for shelter. I decided to take a sharp stick with me just in case. Shelter first, then fire.

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  4. The trees had such big leaves that it was almost easy. I collected branches and vines, as well as leaves. After a few hours, I had what I thought would work nicely as shelter. As I worked, I could hear the waves crashing against the shore. If it had not been for the abject horror of my current situation, I could admit that it was beautiful. All my life I had dreamt a dream of me on vacation in a very similar spot. This reality however was drastically different than my fantasy. Will I ever see my loved ones again?

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  5. I refused to let my mind ruminate on such things. If I spent too much time on it, I might die from pure heartbreak. They would want me to be strong, to survive. As the hours passed and the sun started to go down, the jungle that surrounded me began to come alive. The many distinct animal sounds, too numerous to count, made my heart beat faster in apprehension.

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  6. A giggle escaped unexpectedly as I realized that all those animal sounds meant meat. Even at a time like this, I found solace in the realization I would not have to be vegan. I mean that I would eat a leaf if I had to, but the thought of meat was something to look forward to. Even with a full moon and a million stars, the only light came from the fire. I was beyond physically exhausted as I laid across the boat cushions in my shelter. My mind continued to race, thinking of all I still needed to do to survive. Finally losing the battle, I drifted off to sleep.

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  7. Jefferson SteelflexMarch 29, 2016 at 2:22 AM

    The cold woke me in the middle of the night; the fire that had kept me warm had gone out. The same fire that might be seen from a distance by a rescuer. The same fire that could protect me from the curiosity of unknown predators in the jungle. Luckily, there were still embers waiting to be revived. I found myself in a dilemma. I could act fast to restore the fire or else I might be missed by early rescue efforts; the longer I waited, the slimmer my chances of being seen. But, the only place with fuel for my fire was the jungle. Who knows what's in there? Grabbing my sharpened stick, I walked into the maw of the jungle.

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    1. As I entered the dense forestry of the jungle a tingling sensation covered my body. I knew in the back of mind I should not enter, but still following the original plan; I continued. The trail was hard to follow. Sticks and shrubbery have overgrown onto the path making it almost impossible to see where your next step was. It wasn't long before I found myself lost and scared.

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  8. As I walked, I thought about my friends. I hoped that none of them were alone like I was. They weren't tough like me. If any one of us stood a chance of surviving in the wilderness, it would be me. I'd had a harder life than them and had learned early that you can only rely on yourself. They all came from money and had cushy lifestyles. So, as much as the situation I was in sucked, I found comfort in my optimism. As soon as I was starting to somewhat enjoy this lone venture into the jungle, I heard what could only be a human voice.

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  9. "Stop moving." the female voice commanded. However, I foolishly disobeyed; I asked who was there as I flailed my stick around in a lame attempt to protect myself. No response. I turned in circles, looking for the source of the instructions. When I came full circle, what I saw made me understand her order, and immediately carry it out.

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  10. Standing there, breathing heavily like a demon watching it's prey fall into trap, stood the largest pig I had ever seen. It's tusks protruded from a repulsive mouth chewing on something- hopefully grass or a critter. The pig's glassy eyes stared at me, as if deciding if she should eat me as is or broil me like a lobster tail with a brown butter sauce. I stood still, paralyzed against my will when a slow movement to the right of me caught my eye. I looked over, without moving an inch outside my peripheral vision to see a women, camouflaged by leaves and her rich, native skin tone. Her arm was winding back above her head slowly but with confidence, holding a dead bird.

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  11. She flung the bird far behind the pig, startling it so he ran in the direction of the luckless creature. I continued to be paralyzed. I guess when it comes to fight or flight I'm neither. The women watched after the pig until it was out of sight- which was quickly through the thick brush of the jungle and then she turned her stare towards mine. By this time I assumed it to be nearly 8 am, as I could see her features clearly now in the light that shone through the tree tops.

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  12. She was tall and slender with long thick hair. The women eye brows were so full that they almost touched. She approached me with a bewildered look. I could hear only my own breathing and heart beat as fear took its grip on me. I could not run or scream as the women came closer.

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  13. "Hello" I tried to say, but it came out muffled under my hands. She looked confused at me, grabbed my arm and pulled me to my feet. She wiped her hands off and stared at me, like she had never seen another human before.
    "My name is Noah, who are you?"
    She grabbed my hand and pulled me close, then she whispered,
    "Run."

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  14. "Run, what do you mean.."
    Suddenly, she ran away as I heard growls and snarls from behind me. I ran quickly to the left, following her tracks. If anyone will know this area better, it would be her. She looked like she lived here, maybe she can help me out. I tripped over a log, and quickly sprang to my feet, trying to keep up with her.

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  15. We eventually collided right outside the jungle. I again picked myself up and asked her name.
    "Nakina"
    She said very calm and swift, brushing her hair from her face.
    "Well Nakina, where am I and how do I get out of here."
    "Leave? You are on Kino Island in the middle of the Atlantic and you want to leave? Good luck with your journey of death."
    She went to walk away and I grabbed her arm.
    "Wait, have you seen anyone else like me around here? I had 3 friends with me, two girls and a boy."
    She turned to me, and shoved my hand away from her arm.
    "Follow me..."

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  16. We went back into the jungle, and the sun came up bright and hot. I didn't realize that the jungle could become so smoldering. We walked what felt like forever, and entered a village of some sort. It had huts and tables made of wood and mud, with women and babies hiding in them. Three men came to the middle of the village to greet us.
    "Why have you brought one of them here."
    "He needs help finding his friends, there's 2 girls and a boy."
    "I don't care if there were 100 girls and boys, we don't help strangers when we need to help ourselves."

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  17. "Please sir, I really need to find them, is there anything I can do to change your mind?"
    The man looked at me with a hard face, like he had no compassion for anyone but himself.
    "We need to make a fire, but can't find any good wood. Go with Nakina and find some, then we will discuss what to do with you."
    He turned his back and went into the biggest hut. The other men proceeded to give us tools and water. Then, it was back in the jungle to get what I had originally went in for.

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  18. As Nikina and I made our way into the jungle, a million thoughts were going through my mind. I was wishing I had that tequila at that moment. As we pushed through the heavy foliage, I asked Nikina,
    "who was the big guy in charge?" She replied,
    "he is the leader of our people."
    She explained that he comes off as intimidating but he's a big teddy bear once you get to know him.

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  19. "It sounds like you know him pretty well" I said.
    Nikina responded, "Yes, pretty well."
    "How long have you known him?" I asked.
    "All my life, he is my father."
    We continued walking, picking up sticks and small logs for the fire.
    "What do you think your father wants to do with me when we return?" I asked.
    "I am not sure" Nikina responded.

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  20. I was being hopeful Nikina's father could help me find my friends. I wondered if they were looking for me as I was looking for them. I wasn't as afraid of being in the jungle with Nikina, I felt safe. We both had a good arm full of wood to take back to the village. I was anxious to return to talk more with her father.

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  21. As we made our way out of the jungle, it was apparent that Nikina was more comfortable around me. She asked about my friends,
    "Is one of the girls your girlfriend?"
    "No, they are all just friends from college" I said.
    She looked confused,"I do not know what does college mean?"
    I explained about education and getting a job, making money and so on.
    "Sounds tiring" she said.
    "I suppose it does" I responded.
    "my life is very simple, we make do with what we have and we help each other" Nikina explained.

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  22. "Well I hope your father will help me" I said.
    We were out of the jungle making our way to a big fire pit. Nikina and I began building a fire, as some of the other villagers began helping. Before long the fire was blazing, but still no sign of Nikina's father. Some time later a young man came for me. He told me Nikina's father wanted to see me at his hut. I was nervous and afraid, he wanted me by myself, no Nikina. The young man escored me inside the hut, where Nikina's father waited.
    "You like Nikina?" He asked.
    "She's very nice sir, can you help me find my friends?" I asked.
    He thought for a minute and said, "I help you, but you must help me first."
    I thought I'm finally going to find my friends, "okay, what can I do to help you?" I asked.
    He paused for a moment then said, "I want you to marry my daughter, Nikina"

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  23. Flabergasted by this blantant request, I just stood there frozen in time. Having only met Nikina hours prior, how could I possibly marry her? What seemed like hours passed by as I stood there entirely motionless. Abruptly her father bellowed "Well?"
    'Nothing, like being put on the spot',I thought. "Nikina is an amazing gir....woman, but I'd like my friends to enjoy the moment and celebrate the joyous occasion with us," I managed to utter.

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  24. Having no intention of actually marrying Nikina, I knew I had to fabricate a reason which would make my friends the priority.
    "Sounds like a reasonable request, Maliki" chimed in an unknown voice.
    The father and I were alone, I had thought. Suddenly, out of the shadows hobbled an elderly woman. Her hair all ragged and graying,the clothes covering her body hung off as though they were 3 sizes too big.

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  25. Unsure of who the frail woman was or where she came from, I introduced myself,"Hello, ma'am. I'm Noah. I swam ashore,though i have no clue how i ended up in the water."
    "STOP!" She shouted, "I know how u got here,and you call those barbaric people, your friends? If only you knew what had happened to you." Just a quickly as she appeared, she was gone again with a witchly cackle.

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  26. 'What do you mean,"barbaric people"?' I asked, confused, before realizing she had vanished. Scratching my head, I turned and addressed the father. 'Who was that, and what does she mean by my friends being barbaric people?'

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  27. As I waited for Nikina father to answer me. The thought of the words barbaric people, became like footsteps get louder and louder with every forward motion. Then, the thought, became crystal clear that the frail woman had seen my friends behaving in a barbaric manner. I know that if I can get that frail women to tell me where she had seen my friend, then Nikina can take me to their location. Also, If I tell Nikina father that I'm interested in marriage, that would give me more time to speak with Nikina alone to find a way in this jungle terrain to rescue my friends.

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  28. Nikinas father never answered my question, he just game me a look, as if I was not suppose to ask. I then knew not to ask again. He brought up his question again as to weather or not I would marry his daughter. He then proceeded with "once I get what I want then you are allowed to ask questions". We both sat there, as if we were frozen, looking at one another.

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  29. I sat there, contemplating the old man's question and trying to remember just what took place the night before that ended with me washing ashore on this strange island and all of my friends missing. Sweat rolled down the small of my back and I wasn't sure if it was the heat from the island or the hangover causing me to feel light headed, but within minutes of being asked for the second time to marry Nikina, my head hit the ground and I was out. All of a sudden I was back on the beach the day before, discussing with my friends what our plans for the evening would be. What went so wrong from this point that got us all, well, wherever we all were? I snapped back awake to Nikina arguing with her father that he couldn't force her to marry; not me, not anyone, not ever! As she stormed off I heard her shout something about some old curse some guy named Ryekelin would never remove. I thought it best at the point to pretend to still be passed out and closed my eyes as the old mans song serenaded me to fall into a relaxing sleep and causing the memories of the night before to rush back over me.

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  30. I dreamt off with flashbacks on the boat with my friends. We were drinking, laughing, having a great time, and then it happened. Men, I don't recall how many, hijacked our boat. My head was then covered with a linen bag with some sort of chemical causing me to drift off fast asleep. Everything faded again. I woke up frantic and troubled by the unknown.

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  31. As I begin to calm I saw Nikina walking up. She began to apologize for her father coming off as so demanding. I was now sitting next to a fire, which had been started while I was asleep. Nikina begin roasting fish over the fire, and I couldn't be more thankful, or hungry either. I started to explain to her that I had no ill feeling about her.

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  32. I just needed to remember how I had got here, if my friends were okay, and what had transpired from the not so clear remembrance I had dreamt during my sleep. Nikina was a beautiful woman, so compassionate. That only made her more beautiful. Had I ended up trapped on this island forever she'd making a great friend, maybe even wife. But I couldn't let thought like consume me. I would not be here forever.

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  33. I was going to find my friends, and we would then find our way back home, together as we'd come. By now I'd ate about seven fish. Nikina swiftly walked away into the distant. I told her good night and begin to rest back up. Scared of what I may see in my next dream. But hopeful I would gain more insight into how I had ended here in the first place.

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  34. I couldn't breath! Something was over my face. Could it be the linen bag over my head, snuffing out my life? I was suspended in air, floating weightlessly, and suffocating. "No!" I yelled, jumping up grabbing for the what was wrapped around my face, only to realize I was only dreaming. Nikina sat motionless with her eyes wide as saucers staring. "The one-eyed man? You have seen him?" she asked. I collected my thoughts, regaining reality.

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  35. I could never imagine the effect of dreams on mind. I was feeling that everything was happening in reality. I was happier to know that it was dream.i got up and drank some sips of water. I came back to bed and started collection of dream scenes.

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  36. How ever I couldn't stop thinking about Nikina's comment about the one eyed man. I had not seen him but I could not help but to wonder if he was real or a figment of her imagination. I push the thought to the back of my mind and started thinking about how I was going to get off this island. But before that happens I need to find my friends. By now it was nearly dark out so I decided to get some sleep, to be able to wake up early and search for my friends.

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  37. I woke up early the next morning feeling refreshed and ready to go. I decided to start with the perimeter of the island. After several hours of walking I seen someone sitting on the shore line. Well at least it looked like the outline of a person. Scared to walk forward, I took a deep breath and continued slowly. The outline appeared to have spotted me and was watching my progress intently.

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  38. As I approached, I recognized who the outline of the person was laying on the beach. It was the frail old lady who called my friends "Barbaric people". "Did you find your barbaric friends?", she asked with a wicked smile. "No", I replied feeling a little uneasy. She threw her head back, let out a loud cackle, and started chanting. The hairs on the back of my neck stood up on end.

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  39. "What is your name?" I asked. She whipped her head around and hissed, "You will find what you are looking for when you look upon the dead with one eye!" My heart skipped a beat and my legs felt like rubber. I shakily asked, "One eyed?" "The dead?" I hate dead things and wondered if it was a metaphoric expression. "Your journey will not be easy" she said. "And it has only just begun!"

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  40. "This is it!" I remarked to the other passengers. "Right ahead is the islands I have been telling you about." There was a commotion amongst the passengers and crew. Were they finally there? These past weeks at sea were about to finally pay off.

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  41. "Help! Help!" I cried out. Useless. No one has came to my cries of help yet, why would today be different? I was stranded alone here, that wasn't going to change. My fate was locked in. I wasn't getting off this island.

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  42. It was time to start thinking about survival. I needed to find a suitable place to build a shelter, somewhere with access to fresh water. I sat there thinking of where I could go, and I remembered spotting a cave on my walk around the island. I began my trek back the way I came. It seemed as if I walked for miles, but finally, I was at my destination.

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  43. The cave was dark and cool, but first I needed to insure that the cave was uninhabited by animals. I searched for something to throw in, a rock finally caught my eye. I took aim and threw the rock into the cave, it smacks against the walls and the sound echoes. I wait a few minutes to be sure of my hypothesis. There it is, my new home, until I am able to make a plan to escape this island.

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  44. I notice the sun is falling, time to test out my new bed. I lay down and fall quickly asleep not realizing how tired I am. Awoken by something dripping on my face. I am terrified to open my eyes; it could be an animal that just came home, and I have intruded on its territory. When my courage builds I open my eyes, to see nothing, absolutely nothing that explains the dripping.

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  45. Slowly, I began to understand the drips were coming from the ceiling. Water, I could not believe my eyes, I had been lucky enough to find a cave with a water source. I combed the beach for something to collect the water. Stumbling upon many shells, I collected as many as I could carry. Carefully, I place the shells in a pattern to collect and store as much water as possible.

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  46. The next step was learning to fish. Somehow I had to figure out some way to fish, the best way I could think of, by building a spear. I walk the beach looking for a something with the resemblance of a spear shaft. It took hours of searching, but I found a piece of driftwood that looked like it would do the trick. I sharpened one end of the shaft on a rock making a piercing end.

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  47. As I slowly finished sharpening the end of my shaft, I began to look for drift wood. I went wandering through the jungle across the street from me. Took me awhile to get to where I was heading, due to saying hello to a few of my animal friends. As I went on my way, I fell got stuck in some sand quick. I kept yelling for help, "HELP! HELP!" I finally got Sally the turtle to help me out. Sally came with a long stick and helped slowly pull me out.

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  48. Just as Sally almost had me pulled all the way out of the quicksand, she ran out of strength. I started to sink back in so I hurried and told Sally she had to go find some more strong help. As I seen her walking away slowly, my hopes of getting out of the quicksand decreased. Just as I was about to give up on anybody coming back to help me I heard “We’re coming, hold on!” Just over the horizon I seen Sally moving slowly but next to her was our good friend, Joe.

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  49. Joe came sprinting out of the jungle like he’s never ran faster. As soon as I seen Joe coming my heart instantly had hope in it and I knew for a fact I was getting out of this quicksand. Joe grabbed the long stick and I latched onto it and was not letting go. With three big lunges, Joe yanked me out of the quicksand and we both looked at each other. I couldn’t come to the words to say thank you enough. We both just lay on the ground trying to catch our breaths as Sally comes walking up, finally.

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  50. My heart finally slows down as Sally says “Oh! What a relief it is to have you out of there!” We help each other up and decide to make some plans for later in the evening. After bickering about it for a few minutes, we finally decide to go watch some turtle races that Sally has been dying to see. So, we all went our separate ways until we met up later at the races. I was so happy to finally be home and was able to take a nice hot shower.

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  51. I finally met up with Sally and Joe at the turtle races. It was really cold and it looked like it might rain so I brought my raincoat. Sally, Joe, and I went to the concessions and got our drinks and snacks that we wanted and found some good seats to see all of the turtles when it was time to race. I could hear some thunder in the distance while waiting for the races to start. Eventually I felt a raindrop on my forehead, then another, and another.

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  52. Right before the races were about to begin, it started down pouring and it was thundering and lightening too. The director of the races had to call them off because it was raining so hard. Sally, Joe, and I were disappointed that the races were canceled but we didn’t want to sit in the cold rain anyways. We all ran back to my place where we could be nice and dry. Instead of finding something else to go do, we just stayed at my place and watched some movies and ate snacks all night.

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  53. After watching movie and ate snacks all night. Next day, Sally, Joe and I have plan do to something different beside staying in the house. We all went to the balling, we all have fun because Sally was heading of us. We done with balling and all went to back house. Sally, Joe and I starting playing GTA V it was fun.

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  54. While playing GTA Sally and Joe began to tell ghost stories. Our focus on the game slowly drifted away. Sally and I sat on the edge of our seats, listening to every word Joe said. Joe got up dimmed the lights and opened the shades. We could see the lightning crashing right outside of our window.

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  55. Joe slowly leaned forward. As he leaned in closer, he whispered,"have you ever heard of what happens when you go through the tunnel?" He asked us this while he was looking around the room making sure nobody else was around. Sally and I looked at each other with smiles on our faces. "I wouldn't smile if I were you. The story I am about to tell you, will make you cringe."

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  56. Joe began to tell us the story of the McNally family. We had heard the story many times. It is a folktale around our home at black water lake. No matter how many times I hear the story it gives me goosebumps. I looked at Joe more intrigued than ever, waiting for him to tell his story.

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  57. Joe saw the fear in my eyes and chuckled. Sally became pale, and her eyes wide open. The anticipation was freaking her out, more and more every second. I took Sally by her hand in an attempt to comfort her. Sally's hands grew clammy and I could feel her hand close tighter on my hand.

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  58. Finally, Joe stood in front of sally and I and began. When he began talking his voice was a little deeper than normal. Joe leaned in and said "you guy already know what happened to the McNally family, and know why their house is haunted. What you don't know is what happened at the dock at the end of Maple street. The tale of John McNally is even worse, he is the one that turns your car off in the tunnel late at night. This is his story..."

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  59. He had been a haberdasher many years ago, possibly around the turn of the century. There is no alive who remembers exactly. But he had been well-to-do in his chosen craft. He had grown fat and contented on the pennies of noveau aristocrats; families of infinitely-and inversely related-low cunning and outrageous fortune

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  60. During the stock market crash of 1929 John McNally lost everything he owned including his fortune after foolish letting it all ride in the stock market. The tunnel is surrounded by thick pines and a fast-paced river that travels down the mountain and into the near by a lake. After the crash, John had a huge drinking problem that only got worse as the years went on. He was always intoxicated and was quick to pull out a flask at any given moment. The story goes that after a heavy night of drinking John slipped and fell into the rapids and was never seen again.

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  61. On a cold fall overcast night, you might be unfortunate enough for your car to stop running in that old run down tunnel. Strange things are said to have happened there but few ever talked about what it is they went through. Just as I described the night was overcast cold, and she was alone after visiting family for Thanksgiving. Taking the windy country road that's surrounded by pines and aged logging trails she finally came upon the old tunnel where John lost his life. Miranda heard the stories but put it off as old fold lore and never thought twice or even cared to mention it as she heard the stories constantly from her family growing up in that small town.

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  62. As she started toward the tunnel, the lights flickered and eventually went off and her car followed suite, her headlights briefly flickered back on to the scene of a man dressed in a long overcoat with a fedora tipped downward where you couldn't see his eyes nor face suddenly her lights shut off. She sat breathing hard and anxious as to who the man was that was in the middle of the tunnel "this cannot be real, what is going"...before she could finish her words the door was flung open, and the overwhelming smell of alcohol flooded her senses. She was dragged out of the tunnel and thrown next to the river. She could not see this mans face nor any distinctive features just a long black wool coat and a fedora that covered his face. The man started drowning Miranda but in a toy like manner waiting until she was on her last breath and then letting her grab a half second of air before going back under.

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  63. In the distance, on that long country road, a set of headlights appeared and came veering to the tunnel. The car came to a stop, and an elderly couple got out of their car. They found Miranda shaking and soaking wet down by the river. The only reason the elderly couple stopped was because Miranda's car was blocking the road to exit the tunnel. Miranda told them the story obviously very upset, but they didn't believe her and neither did the police officers.

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  64. She couldn't sleep and was constantly talking to the man in the black coat and fedora it consumed her. Her family and friends grew tired of hearing the story, especially since no one had reported it before Miranda spent most of her days telling this story of the man in that tunnel. She wanted someone to believe her. As time went on she was talking to the man in the tunnel more consistently. She was later checked into an insane asylum and still repeats "he is coming help me please."

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  65. She repeated the story again to tell her to new friend. As she tell the story her friend feel was the story is boring. Friend were starting ignoring her story. Friend were tell her let talk something else beside is story.Than, she were asking to her friend about story.

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  66. Miranda started seeing things others could not see. Everyone else thinks she crazy. “Why don’t they believe me?” she asks her friend. “They didn’t believe me either, now I’m trapped in here... alone” says her friend in a distraught tone. As the doctors observe Miranda they see her interacting with something as if someone were there.

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  67. “Who is she talking to?” one of the doctors questioned. Dr.Rajeev walks into the room. There he sees Miranda sitting in the chair faced to the wall. “Miranda…” says Dr.Rajeev. “Am I going home?” Miranda says eagerly. “Not quite yet sweetie, we have to do a couple tests to make sure your fine” Dr.Rajeev says.

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  68. Miranda starts to tell Dr.Najeev about her new friend she met. She explains how her friend is in the same situation as her. “What’s your friends name by chance Miranda?” the doctor questions. She states him “Emily Dailey.” The Doctor immediately goes into shock. “How do you know her exactly?” he says. Emily whispers “tell him we go way back.” “We go wayyyyy back” says Miranda. Dr.Rajeev steps out for a minute to speak with Dr.Hallsteed.

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  69. “Emily Dailey… Remember that name?” Dr.Rejeev says shakenly. As they realize that Emily was the patient that died in the room Miranda is in now, they decide to move her to another floor. This time the questioning floor. “How do you know Emily?” asked Dr.Hallsteed in a frightening manner. “She one of my friends, we go wayyyyy back” Miranda states calmly. The doctors prepare to tell Miranda the story of Emily Dailey.

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  70. “Emily was a good child, she made honor roll, played sports in high school, had lots of friends… and then graduation came and she slowly faded. She started going crazy and couldn't sleep and was constantly talking to a man in a black coat and fedora” Dr.Rejeev states. “I dream the same thing. Not only is it a dream, it’s a reality” says Miranda with a high temper. Dr.Hallsteed passionate about his job says “We are here to keep you safe and won’t allow anything to harm you.”

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  71. After learning of Miranda's relationship with Emily, Dr. Hallsteed analyzed the situation. Dr. Hallsteed decided that this case was out of his hands, and contacted a paranormal professional. The woman he contacted was the same one from Emily's case. After pulling out his list of contacts, Dr. Hallsteed found the number he was looking for. Rita Freeland was one of the best paranormal investigators in the business, and Dr. Hallsteed knew her assistance was needed.

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  72. Rita arrived in just a few hours. Upon her arrival, Dr. Hallsteed checked on Miranda one last time to assure she was asleep. "Rita, I'm so happy you could make it," Hallsteed said. "I know you wouldn't have called if it wasn't important," replied Rita. Dr. Hallsteed pulled out Miranda's case file and handed it to Rita. While reviewing the file, Rita looked up and simply stated, "I see Emily has found her way home."

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  73. I had a flashback of the morning when I woke up to the rushing waves. I remebered how confused and lost I had felt. Picturing all the debries lying around the sand looking as if it had made its mark on the sea shore. Thoughts were going crazy in and out of my head. I had no idea what to think. I could only go through what I had saw, those important survival skills.

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