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He’s here.

I can feel it.

I’m scared….

Someone help.

Anyone, please,

I want to live.

I’m still a kid.

I’m trembling.

Shh, he’s here.

I can hear him approaching, nearing the closet I’m hiding in

Oh gosh, his footsteps are loud, almost like his going this way.

Pug….pug..pug…..pug…pug…pug……pug…..why did it stop?

Phew..looks like he lef-…AHHHHHH, No please spare my life.

He just stood.

With a creepy…

smile on his face.

I can see it…….

It’s a dagger….

Covered in blood.

I looked behind.

And I see my mom.

And her parts…..

Scattered all over.

Now, I fear.

That this is

The end

Of me.