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Desperate to stay awake on my overnight drive, I turned on the radio.

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"Can this day get any worse?" I growled as I slid behind the wheel in a huff.

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I gasped as a bright light lit up the bedroom for a split second, sending the dog barking towards the window.

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The dermatologist shied away after I lifted my shirt to show her my bumpy, inflamed back.

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I ran passed locked room after locked room, panting, my hand pressed against my flowing wound as I shot wild glances behind me.

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I woke up this morning with a fresh rash of acne.

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I followed the trail of gore in horror to my son's room and found him blood-soaked on the floor.

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He squirmed against my grip as he yelled, "Let go, you're not my dad!"

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My scream caught in my throat at the sight of a man peering at me through the bathroom window.

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He yelled and strained, the countless tears on his cheeks dripping as he tried to wrench his hands out of my grip.

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Title	Upvotes	Mark as read	Favorited	Rating	Add to a list
Desperate to stay awake on my overnight drive, I turned on the radio.	176
"Can this day get any worse?" I growled as I slid behind the wheel in a huff.	176
I gasped as a bright light lit up the bedroom for a split second, sending the dog barking towards the window.	154
The dermatologist shied away after I lifted my shirt to show her my bumpy, inflamed back.	77
I ran passed locked room after locked room, panting, my hand pressed against my flowing wound as I shot wild glances behind me.	65
I woke up this morning with a fresh rash of acne.	65
I followed the trail of gore in horror to my son's room and found him blood-soaked on the floor.	54
He squirmed against my grip as he yelled, "Let go, you're not my dad!"	52
My scream caught in my throat at the sight of a man peering at me through the bathroom window.	47
He yelled and strained, the countless tears on his cheeks dripping as he tried to wrench his hands out of my grip.	33