It was Pitch black dark, the house creaked, the doors shrieked what was going on? Sweat dripped from my forehead like ice cream melting, I shook like a not so calm rattlesnake. My fingers pierced into the rusty sharp nails as I screeched. One by one my skinny toes were cut off, blood flowed from them like lava. I looked to my left and my right looked up and down looked all around where was I? Screaming in fear, there was the sheer, that I placed my hand upon. I whipped and lashed, still nothing appeared. As I sat up in the chair I looked everywhere where was he? Little rats scampered over my not so calm feet. I peered around the corner with fear, what was about to appear?
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