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    Apr 09, 2009 1:35 PM GMT
    I thought the last Write activity was cool. I've been meaning to do this for awhile, so here goes. Add a paragraph or sentence to the following:

    Julia was upstairs when it happened. She did not see it. She was glad for that, but her mind recreated the events as vividly as if she had witnessed it with her own eyes. There was a knock on the front door. It was loud and urgent. It scared her.

    "Mark, who could that be? It's nearly midnight." The knocking continued.
    "Mark! Where are you?"

    Julia took a deep breath and descended. The knocking had stopped. Perhaps whoever it was had thought no one was home. Perhaps it was Mark and he had locked himself out. She felt foolish and guilty for being so fearful. It was raining outside she realized. Mark must be truly annoyed with her. She raced to the door and called out to him. "I'm sorry. I was scared but then I realized how foolish I was."

    She nearly screamed. A man she didn't recognize was staring back at her. He was short and blond with lips that seemed out of proportion to the other features of his face. They were almost invisible.
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    Apr 09, 2009 4:43 PM GMT
    "Julia," he said flatly, his pale gray eyes fixed on her. His deep voice seemed too large for his petite frame.

    "Do..do I know you?" She clutched her nightshirt below her breasts. Nerves were boiling in her stomach and causing a slight quiver in her left knee.

    "Of course you do, it's me, Mark." No smile to accompany the seeming recognition. She stepped back, distance against her clear disadvantage.

    "You might be a Mark, but not mine." She slammed the door, locked the dead bolt, slid the chain. She didn't worry if he were still standing there or attempting entry elsewhere. She thought of the gun in Mark's sock drawer and raced up the stairs.
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    Apr 10, 2009 11:05 AM GMT
    Out of breath and sweating profusely despite the cold night air and the flimsy nightshirt, she rushed into their bedroom. She made a beeline for the sock drawer, knocking over the antique standing lamp in her hurry. She barely noticed the hundred-year old etched-glass shade shatter against the floor. Her thoughts were on the cold black metal she had unearthed from the jumble of socks.

    The gun she now clutched with trembling fingers. Mark's gun. Where the hell was Mark? She wondered frantically. "Stay calm, Julia." She whispered to herself. "Stay calm."

    She glanced around the bedroom again. There was absolutely no sign of Mark. His side of the bed was tousled but empty and his slippers were gone. She picked up the phone on the bedside table and dialed 911, only to be greeted by the harsh beeping of the disconnected line tone. She felt the fingers of panic threatening to take her into its mad grip again.

    Her mind raced as she thought of a plan. First a phone, she thought, she had to get to a phone. Why did she have to have made it a habit to leave her cellphone with the housekeys? Her keys and her purse containing her precious cellphone were sitting on top of the armoire near the TV... downstairs!

    Making her way slowly back to the stairs, she gradually became aware of the eerie silence blanketing the house like a thick fog. Even the sound of the rain outside was strangely muted. She could see the front door from the top of the stairs, and it was still securely bolted and chained. The knocking, however, had stopped. Somehow, that didn't comfort her.

    A stinging sensation made her look down. She nearly fainted as she saw blood seeping from her feet unto the cold white marble tiles. She had stepped on the broken lamp glass. Behind her, a surreal trail of bloody footprints followed her from the open bedroom door to the landing. More alarming was the fact that from the rectangle of light spilling into the hallway from the bedroom, she could clearly see the outline of a man's shadow.
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    Apr 10, 2009 1:31 PM GMT
    Within a literal blink of an eye the shadow was gone! And a man's rain soaked face appeared in the window, intermittently illuminated by red and blue pulsating lights! Paralyzed by fear, Julia closed her eyes, as tears continued to race down her cheeks, only to be out done by the streaming perspiration down the back of her neck and on her right inner thigh. She could hear the 19th Century Firebird antique clock ticking as if it were right next to her. However, that Firebird that her grandfather had given her, has always sat proudly in the hallway downstairs. The ticking of the clock was only rivaled by the beating of her heart, both of which began to fade as murmurs of yelling and screaming in her head began to get louder and louder! In a moment of sheer pain and disillusion Julia quickly opened her eyes only to realize that she WAS sitting beside her grandfather's antique clock in the downstairs hallway. She slowly rose to her feet, careful not to make a sound. Julia, of the world famous Corinthos family, then took 3 quiet steps and leaned into the family room to turn off the lamp, the lamp that she thought she had knocked over. Dazed and confused, yet fully aware that her mind was playing tricks on her, Julia made her way across the foyer...one quiet step at a time. Attempting to catch her breath and gain composure with each step, Julia was abruptly stopped in her tracks and began to cry instantaneously! Frozen in her tracks, heart beating through her chest, Julia smiled ear to ear, as the words she never thought she'd say crossed her tear stained lips, "

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    Apr 15, 2009 5:19 AM GMT
    "Mary." Had she really said that name out loud? Or was she only thinking of her? It'd been so long since she had. She barely remembered what that girl looked like. No. That was a lie. She would always remember Mary. Hardly a day went by that she didn't think of her.

    "This is nonsense. I don't have time for this!" She told herself, but it was too late. The unwelcome memory of Mary had been unearthed from the depths of her mind and hung around like a formless spectre, shifting and hovering at edge of Julia's consciousness, distracting her and it was for that reason and none other that she let her guard down.