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Sara Anderson is my name; I'm going to tell you the most cold-hearted story to hit my heart. It's about my friend- here I go....

The night cursed the deserted street as I tapped my way along the cold night. It was 8.00 in the evening, not a sound echoed nor a dog barked in the distance. There was one sound, only one sound that raced through my shivering body, a girl screaming somewhere near by. I followed the ghastly sound. I felt a frozen shiver dash down my ice-like spine. The scream came from a black house where the windows crackled and the doors creaked. A fire burnt at the back of the house; I tip-toed towards it.

Oh my God! I couldn't believe my eyes- a line of young ladies, still pretty, stood chained and shivering in their dresses. A lady burned in the fire and a hidden face beside it, who was burning ladies. I wanted to call out but I couldn't' I watched silently as the burning women screamed. But then I had to close my eyes. I couldn't watch anymore and I screamed; in minutes I was chained, not at the back, at the front. I was dragged forward and tied to the stick that stood in the centre and then......