Let Me Out

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"He's staring at me, and he won't leave. When are you coming back?"

I don't know what to do. He's looking at me. Who's he? I don't know either. All I know is that he, or it, doesn't look human. They don't resemble a human, nor do they resemble an animal. I think this is why I need to keep my door closed. It doesn't look like it can get in here.

The door handle started to rattle, till something dropped to the floor. It sounded like a pin. Suddenly the door started to open. Mortified to what would get in through the door, I grabbed the nearest weapon to me. It happened to be a pocket knife, my dad handed it to me before he left with the rest of my family.

I held it with my life, trembling and about to cry. A 7-foot creature stepped into my confinement. Cutting my leg with a slash but that didn't hurt me the most. It was the fact that it had stepped on my family photo. Maybe being the last photo I'd have with my family.

Blinded by rage, I started attacking the creature.

"F*CK YOU, YOU D*MNED THING.", I yelled.

Its eyes glared at me with hunger. I was frightened because maybe I was too weak to handle this thing on my own. As the creature took another step forward, I grabbed what I could make of my family photo, my weapon, and my runaway bag. I started to make a run for it being careful not to step on anything that could be a danger to me. But as I was running, I noticed that my home looked vacant. Did they find another place to live and forget about me?

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