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Thursday night,

 The day had been relevantly quiet at work and I thought my troubles were gone. Not daring to turn on anything, I sit in the darkness. Walking about trying to find my way around, I sense that I may not be entirely alone in my own home. Right in the middle of the room stood a cloaked figure. It dashed towards me, causing me to scream for help. As soon as it's within face length, the cloak disappeared into the dark surroundings.

  Being terrified, I run to my neighbor's house and slept there the rest of the night.

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