Ch.7

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Ch.7

"Henry..." he called out "Henry where are you?" His voice seemed to be soothing but more of a pedophilic- soothing. He gets on the ground and starts sniffing my floor. "What the hell is he doing?" I thought. That's when he looked up at the closet and his hood that covered his face had dropped. His eyes were pitched black. His fangs grew from his black pink lips. His ears popped up in excitement, his tongue out; he was panting. Sniffing the air he moved slowly towards my closet doors. His eyes glowing green as the light in the closet starts caving in and the only thing I hear is "Hello Henry".    

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