On the Doorstep

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The wind sounded like a pack of wolves howling. I placed my hand on the freezing brass handle and my heart kept beating faster and faster. I wasn't sure if it was safe to roam the street at night, especially not alone but I decided I was going to take that risk. On the red bricked doorstep I was blocking up my house when I felt something tap me on the shoulder. I turned around but nothing. I then saw a mysterious figure lurking but by the time I blinked, it was gone.

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