Chapter 5:At my house

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When I come too I find myself lying in my bed. At least I think it is my bed. I look around and find that I am shackled to the bedpost. I start to scream for help. This can't be happening. I think. As I look around I realize this is not at all my room. The bed is made from some kind of jello or something like that. All of a sudden I feel a deep pain in the back of my head and every thing goes black....

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