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    It’s me, Spencer – (Chapter: I didn’t write this)

    Story written on March 16, 2007 by lavizzy.
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    Story Shortlink: https://www.assertive-maroon-jellyfish.104-250-143-187.cpanel.site/?p=13878
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    I’m Spencer

    “Oh god.” Ashley cried as she slammed the door. She moved her hand to lock it but wasn’t fast enough. The man ‘Spencer’ kept trying to push the door open. “HELP!” She screamed as she struggled to keep the door closed.

    “I thought we were going to the movies.” Spencer laughed as he successfully pushed open the door, knocking Ashley on her ass.

    “Get away from me you….PEDIFILE!” She spat as she tried to sit up.

    “Oh I don’t think so little girl.” Spencer grabbed her ankles and turned her over. He looked around for something heavy and his eyes feel on a small golden statue. He grabbed it and hovered over Ashley.

    Ashley turned her head and her eyes widened at the statue in his hand. “What are you doi-“

    Everything went black.

     

    Her head hurt and the smell of stale beer and cigarettes filled her senses. She moaned deeply and slowly opened her eyes. She groggily looked around the room and realized she was in a large basement. She tried to move but her arms and legs were tied together with rope. With a groan she fell to her side, cursing herself for being so stupid. “You better fucking watch it Spencer. As soon as I leave this shit hole I’m coming after you.” She muttered as she tried to free her hands.  “I’m so fucking stupid.” She screamed and gave up on freeing herself.

    “You’re not stupid.” A soft voice from behind stated.

    Startled, Ashley rolled over and looked towards the soft voice. A small blonde with matted hair, and dull gray eyes looked back at her with a small smile. “Who are you?” Ashley asked cautiously.

    The small blonde looked down and answered. “I’m Spencer.”

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