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			<title>Meet your worst fear come true.</title>
			<description>Preface to The crazed and the Deviants</description>
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			<title>The Crazed and the Deviants</title>
			<description>It's the night of Halloween, children roam the streets in costumes of evil. Little do they know tonight The Crazed and the Deviants roam about, with malicious eyes and devilish mouths.</description>
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			<title>The girl on the Milk Carten </title>
			<description>Amee who is sixteen has had a completely normal life until the night of her seventeenth birthday. She has a sleepover with friends and discovers a secret that will change her life forever.</description>
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			<title>Chapter 3</title>
			<description>As I arrive home I brace myself for the screaming that is about to unfold upon me. I stand on the front porch for a good five minutes before I actually decide to go inside. Opening the door trying to be as quiet as possible I step into the entrance. I hang my jacket and take off my shoes and set the..</description>
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			<title>The Type</title>
			<description>A new teacher in a private school is in for more then teaching a bunch a snotty teenagers. There is something happening in the science lab in the basement, and the principal is defiantly strange.</description>
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			<title>Field of Red</title>
			<description>A poem about war. Just something I had on my mind.</description>
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			<title>Chapter 2</title>
			<description>The next morning when I woke, I turned over to get my doll out of bed and she was missing. I figured my mother removed her with the fear that I may roll on top of her. I looked around the room and saw her sitting upon one of the boxes on the vanity facing the mirror. She almost looked as if she was ..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 1</title>
			<description>Young Aliza moves to Poland, Germany with her mother. They buy a nice house in a well known neighborhood. She finds a doll in one of the rooms in the house that will change her life forever.</description>
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			<title>The Doll with the Pink Dress</title>
			<description>A young girl living in moves into an old farm house. She finds a doll under one of the floor boards. Who wants to be her friend, rather she likes it or not.</description>
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