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"No, dad!" I placed my chin on my hands. My elbows resting on the dining room table. I hid my face as my cheeks began to burn. "Don't make fun of me!"

He bit into one of the cookies. "Jawsht myk wan." He said chewing the cookie. My mother, on the other hand, scrunched her brows. Staring at him like she is surrounded by demons. I looked back at my father, who had begun coughing since the moment she stared at him. I ran my fingers through my hair. He drank a sip of water.

"How many times have I warned you not to talk while eating?" Mom inquired or teased, whatever you want to call it. He rolled his eyes, paying no attention to her statement.

He exhaled a sigh. "So, I was asking you to just make a boyfriend, when will you?" He spoke as if he had a string of words stuck inside his throat. "You're old enough."

I sighed before rolling my eyes. Reminding him that whatever he was saying was illogical. "Just because I'm turning sixteen tomorrow doesn't mean I'm old." I got out of my chair and walked two steps away so I can push it back to where it was. I went upstairs. "Goodnight!" I yelled from my room's doorway.

"Goodnight, honey!" I could hear them say. I jumped onto my soft bed, thinking about the day ahead. It's almost twelve o'clock, the hour when I will turn another year older. But I'll make a birthday call at my house tomorrow so we will not cut the cake now. I grinned at myself as I felt my eyes close like glues.

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It's almost 8 o'clock and neither mom nor dad came to wake me up. I was supposed to wake up at 7 o'clock and start cooking and baking for my friends.

I got up from my bed and got fresh as fast as possible. I ran downstairs to the kitchen. But a piece of paper caught my attention, which was on the table. There was a spoon on the paper, which seemed to be there so the paper would not fly away.

I slowed myself. I took the piece of paper in my hand to read what was written on it. The paper was filled with dirt, like it's been here for years. I swiped my hand across it. The paper got cleaner. My eyes widened in curiosity. Sweat dripping from my head to my toes.

'Don't look behind,
The day might turn into the night.'
Happy 16th birthday, Savannah!~"

I curled the paper with all of my force as I burst out laughing. Again birthday troll. Even last year I got a letter saying something like that,

"Nobody knows when
The ocean will flow and take you in another dimension.
In another world, in your mansion."

I thought it was dad's work, which was totally wrong. I turned back in the kitchen's direction. My heart bumped. Everything started to get blurry. My legs are losing their power. It feels like I am going to fall down. My head became heavier. In a word, dizziness.

I immediately held the chair right near my right hand. The window glasses burst, and such a heavy wind entered our house from four sides. Everything is geared toward one goal...

Me.

I tried to run, but my legs were freezing. They felt very numb. I closed my eyes and prayed for my life. It's nothing but that feeling of being in a horror movie.

But it was my life.

I fell down on the floor, so I held the chair tightly. I stared at the kitchen. My entire body had goosebumps the moment I realised the kitchen knives were coming in my direction.