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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.
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