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MidReal Story
Stalked in Miami
Anonymous
Jan 11
Scenario:A 14 year old girl called Maya travels to Maimi with her 7 year old sister called Addison and her parents. Straight after there flight they hop onto a rented car and go to Mc donalds. Eating in the car they start driving to there villa/rented house. They notice a black tesla car following them, thinking nothing about it they go to the villa. Outside in there driveway is the same car, a man with a black hoodie inside. The car then drives away after seeing them. In the night she hears taps on the window and sees a flash of the same man. In the morning they go on a walk and notices a house with a strange flag. As they get in there car after a long walk, the man appears behind and chases them. Make a huge plot twist. Make a huge plot twist and make it really scary/horror make it in the style of the book one of us is lying by Karen M. McManus.
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Sarah Thompson
mother to Maya and Addison, wife of Mark, slender with long black hair, nurturing and brave.
Mark Thompson
father to Maya and Addison, husband to Sarah, average build with glasses and a beard, resourceful and cautious.
Addison Thompson
7yearold elementary school student, sister to Maya, short with straight blonde hair, innocent and playful.
I was so excited to be going on this trip.
My little sister Addison and I were flying to Miami with our parents.
We were renting a house for a week, and were going to spend the days lounging on the beach and visiting some of the local attractions.
I was particularly interested in visiting the Vizcaya Museum and Gardens, as I loved art and history.
Addison was more interested in going to the Miami Children's Museum, which had a huge indoor play structure that she loved to climb and explore.
After arriving at the airport, we picked up our rental car and headed to the fast food place across the street.
"Let's just get some burgers and eat in the car," my father suggested.
"Then we can head to the villa. It's about 45 minutes away."
Maya
We drove up to the order window and placed our order.
Then we pulled over to the pick up window and got our food.
As we finish our meal, the wrappers and boxes littering the car, my father suggests taking a scenic route to the villa, hoping to show us more of Miami.
The sun begins to set, casting long shadows as we drive through unfamiliar streets, the palm trees swaying gently in the breeze.
Addison hums softly in the backseat, her eyes glued to the passing scenery, her blonde pigtails bouncing with each bump in the road.
My mother points out landmarks, trying to keep the mood light, but I can sense a hint of tension in her voice.
Suddenly, I notice the black Tesla again, trailing us at a distance, its sleek design standing out amidst the more rundown buildings we're driving past.
My heart races as I glance at my father, who tightens his grip on the steering wheel, his knuckles white.
He takes an unexpected turn onto a narrow road, and the Tesla follows closely behind, its headlights illuminating the darkening street.
The trees seem to close in around us, casting deep shadows that make me shiver.
"Where are we going?" my mother asks, her voice laced with concern.
"Just a shortcut," my father replies, his eyes fixed on the road ahead.
But I know he's lying. I can see it in the way he's gripping the wheel, the way his eyes dart towards the rearview mirror.
Addison starts to whine, "I'm bored," but my mother quickly distracts her with a game of "I Spy".
I try to focus on the scenery, but my eyes keep drifting back to the Tesla, its presence making my skin crawl.
The road winds deeper into the woods, the trees growing taller and closer together.
Suddenly, my father slams on the brakes, and we skid to a stop in front of a rusty old gate.
"What's wrong?" my mother asks, alarm etched on her face.
But before my father can respond, the Tesla screeches to a halt behind us, its headlights blindingly bright.
A man steps out of the Tesla, his silhouette sharp against the glare.
"You're not supposed to be here," he says, his voice calm but firm.
My father takes a deep breath, "We didn't have a choice—it's about Addison."