Chapter eight

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When I first arrived at the house, my first predictions were that it was going to be a nice, calm friendly place. Turns out I was wrong. As I approached the haunting red doors, I spotted about five children stairing out of the window streight into my soul. I blinked, they were gone. Lifting up my hand and clenching my fist ready to knock at the door, it opened.

"Hey there. You must be Lou Benett?" Said a very short lady with bum length blonde hair. She looked about 35 and reminded me alot of my mother.

I shyly replyed "Thats me"

Eyes. Eyes from all directions were looking at me. I didnt know what to do. My heart was thumping, I felt dizzy. All I could hear was people murmering my name, my vision went. I thought I was going to die.

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