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My life was over.. or so I thought. A knock in the door confused me as I grabbed my beige robe, and slipped it on. The air was thick, and chilling. My face was full of tears, but they soon vanished.I answered the modern-white, tall door, with cute family pictures hanging from above. A tall 8 foot tall man, with dark skin, black jumpsuit, and a wide, black cowboy hat, stood infront of my eyes.

I looked at a bag he was holding, and an awful stench hit me instantly. The smell of pure mold, and rotting rats hit me like a brown shotgun. "Surprise." He handed me the bag, but something was off.

Something or someone was in the bag.

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