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Chapter 3.
"Ambrosia, oh, Ambrosia..." The voice would say to me when all was quiet. I'll be honest, it freaked me the hell out. It wasn't just my house, either. It followed me everywhere - Wal-Mart, the gas stations, Lissette's house...
I was getting fed up with this voice who was supposedly this Azra girl. One of the scariest parts of my entire seventeen years was when I asked what she wanted from me. As soon as I had asked, I heard scratching come from the upstairs. I bolted up there and found carved into the wall of my bedroom: "Your soul."
This made my heart skip a few beats, and once I realized she wanted me dead, I ran out of the house screaming incoherent words.
Once I calmed down, I slowly went back inside and hung a large quilt over the carving so I wouldn't have to see it.
That night I decided to sleep on the couch downstairs, for my own room now terrified me.
Sleeping on the couch didn't stop the night-mares, however.
It had been some time since I had had a night-mare, so it did scare me more than it normally would have.
As soon as I had laid down, but before I could even get comfortable, I was drowned into a deep sleep. All I could hear was a voice - numerous voices, actually - screaming my name as if they were being brutally murdered.
"Ambrosia! Aaaambrosiaaa!" Was all I could hear for years. I finally snapped and screamed back, "What? What do you want from me?" At this point, I was flat-out bawling.
"Ambrosia, honey, open your eyes," Said a voice all too familiar - one I had missed dearly. I looked up and saw through my tears my father standing there, holding out his hand, saying, "Get up, darling, you've been asleep for quite some time."
I smiled up at him and reached for his hand, not expecting what was coming next in the least. As soon as our hands made contact, his whole arm disinigrated and fell to the ground in a heap of sand. His face contorted into a face of pure evil and kept contorting until it started to look somewhat like a female's. His body was slowly shrinking. I tightly closed my eyes, screaming at the top of my lungs, waiting for this all to just be over.
"Amber, open your eyes," Whispered a voice. I could hear the massive grin just by the way she had said it.
Reluctantly, I opened them, revealing Azra, in all her ugliness. She grinned down at me, and seemed to grow and grow until she was looming over me like a skyscraper.
"Make it stop, make it stop, make it stop," I chanted over and over, tears streaming down my face. As I was shouting those words, I began to feel hands surround my neck, only causing me to close my eyes tighter. Then, it stopped. I dared to open my eyes to a tiny slit, and only saw razor sharp teeth, forming a grin. Something small and cold began to press against my neck and move horizontally, until I felt a thick, warm liquid flow against my skin.
I tried to scream, but only choked on my own blood. I blacked out.

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Chapter 3.
"Ambrosia, oh, Ambrosia..." The voice would say to me when all was quiet. I'll be honest, it freaked me the hell out. It wasn't just my house, either. It followed me everywhere - Wal-Mart, the gas stations, Lissette's house...
I was getting fed up with this voice who was supposedly this Azra girl. One of the scariest parts of my entire seventeen years was when I asked what she wanted from me. As soon as I had asked, I heard scratching come from the upstairs. I bolted up there and found carved into the wall of my bedroom: "Your soul."
This made my heart skip a few beats, and once I realized she wanted me dead, I ran out of the house screaming incoherent words.
Once I calmed down, I slowly went back inside and hung a large quilt over the carving so I wouldn't have to see it.
That night I decided to sleep on the couch downstairs, for my own room now terrified me.
Sleeping on the couch didn't stop the night-mares, however.
It had been some time since I had had a night-mare, so it did scare me more than it normally would have.
As soon as I had laid down, but before I could even get comfortable, I was drowned into a deep sleep. All I could hear was a voice - numerous voices, actually - screaming my name as if they were being brutally murdered.
"Ambrosia! Aaaambrosiaaa!" Was all I could hear for years. I finally snapped and screamed back, "What? What do you want from me?" At this point, I was flat-out bawling.
"Ambrosia, honey, open your eyes," Said a voice all too familiar - one I had missed dearly. I looked up and saw through my tears my father standing there, holding out his hand, saying, "Get up, darling, you've been asleep for quite some time."
I smiled up at him and reached for his hand, not expecting what was coming next in the least. As soon as our hands made contact, his whole arm disinigrated and fell to the ground in a heap of sand. His face contorted into a face of pure evil and kept contorting until it started to look somewhat like a female's. His body was slowly shrinking. I tightly closed my eyes, screaming at the top of my lungs, waiting for this all to just be over.
"Amber, open your eyes," Whispered a voice. I could hear the massive grin just by the way she had said it.
Reluctantly, I opened them, revealing Azra, in all her ugliness. She grinned down at me, and seemed to grow and grow until she was looming over me like a skyscraper.
"Make it stop, make it stop, make it stop," I chanted over and over, tears streaming down my face. As I was shouting those words, I began to feel hands surround my neck, only causing me to close my eyes tighter. Then, it stopped. I dared to open my eyes to a tiny slit, and only saw razor sharp teeth, forming a grin. Something small and cold began to press against my neck and move horizontally, until I felt a thick, warm liquid flow against my skin.
I tried to scream, but only choked on my own blood. I blacked out.