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My footsteps echoed through the tunnel. I hesitate between each step, listening for any sounds. It seems like I'm alone, I hope I'm alone. Clunk clunk clunk. The sound of his footsteps gets closer and closer. I stand still, maybe he won't notice me if I stand still. But the footsteps don't sound like they are getting closer. They are just echoes, that won't stop.
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