Walls

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*A story writing by me. Fiction (Or is it??). WARNING: THE STORY WILL BE HORRIBLE LIKE THE REST OF MY BOOKS*

I go out of my house, and come back in at night. It was now 12:00. I lay down in bed and try to sleep, but I hear scratching on the walls. In morning, I see the wall covered in blood, scratches and letters formed into a sentence, "Glad you never saw me last night?"


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