The Lock

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I came back from work, and my door is wide open. I live alone. I carefully walk in, 911 on dial on my phone, and as quick as lightning, one swish movement, and my throat is slit. The last thing i see, was my neighbour, blood  on her face, knife in her hand, but her eyes were all black.

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