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Three spooked girls.

Three spooked girls.

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The three spooked girls. The three spooked girls.

Hey, spooksters, and welcome back to another Sunday Scaries here on Three Spooked Girls.

My name is Tara, and as always, I'm here with my cool friend, Jessica.

Hello!

Today is part three of I dared my best friend Friend to End My Life. If you are new here, this series is the sequel to our previous series, I Dared My Best Friend to Ruin My Life. So you're going to want to check that out before you tune into this one. For those of you that are caught on up, let's go ahead and dive on in. Hello everyone. As expected, I didn't have enough time to write about what happened during the day

before I could post, so I left the post as it was and submitted it that night, as you saw at the

end of part two. A couple of you pointed out that I say repeatedly that I started writing this

post. I write these when I have time, not all in one sitting. That's why I mentioned starting to write repeatedly. Sorry for the confusion. There have been a few other grammatical mistakes that have been pointed out. I'm sorry, stress is running a little high at the moment. Actually, it's extremely high. Don't overanalyze my mistakes. They're easy to make right now. Before I talk about what happened since my last post, I'm going to recount my year-long hiatus after Isaac was killed. It may prove unnecessary, but I know a lot of you are expecting it and want to hear about it. When I arrived at the apartment after my mom had come and bailed me out of jail, Xander told me Isaac had been murdered. When I heard that, I about lost my shit. Actually, I did lose my shit. I threw up in the street. My mom, who regrettably was with me, could only watch in horror. She was upset, to say the least, that I was mixed up in a murder plot. It took a long time for me to explain the situation to her. She just couldn't believe it. Once I was calm, Zander led me a few steps away from my mom as we discussed our next options. You should get out of town for a while, Zander suggested. I don't want you being targeted next. The idea that David might try to kill me pushed me over the edge again. Guys, I know I came in like a badass at the end of Zander's posts, but that was after months of getting over this moment. When you find out that someone truly might come to kill you, it changes things. Once you fully grasp the idea, it horrifies you. I had nightmares for a few weeks after. You should go and stay with your mom. I'll help you cover up your location. He went silent as a cop pass where we were standing. He watched the officer with suspicion until he was gone. We'll make David see this as you're abandoning me, and he'll think he's winning.

He's not here, though.

He won't know why I left.

He'll be suspicious, I said.

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