Night time

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I have been so paranoid about the stupid letter, thinking of all the possibilities. Such as

Where are they?

Are they hurt

What can I do

There the three main questions that have been running through my mind all day. Yeah all day it's night time now and I'm sitting in my bedroom watching Netflix. As the credits started rolling to Beetlejuice I heard the house phone ringing.

"Crap I didn't bring it up with me" I sigh and get up from my bed and go get the house phone that sits in the hallway, I walk in the dark hallway and pick up the phone.

"Hello?" I mumble

"............"

"Hello?" I say again

"..........."

"If this is some joke it's not funny"

"Hehehe" I hear a little kid giggling. I hang up the phone and feel my hands shake. As I turned around a hand clasped on my face, covering my mouth so I don't scream. I start trying to kick the person that was holding my face but I felt nothing to kick all I could see was a white figure in front of me. I stop kicking and don't even try screaming

Am I paralysed!

What are they going to do to me

It's starts to let out a little chuckle a creepy chuckle a chuckle that could make a baby cry or a chuckle that could make your ears bleed or even deafen you, I feel sweat covering my forehead.

Can't they just kill me and get this over with!

It moves it's hands from my mouth and puts them on my neck and lifts me up off the ground. It starts to tighten its grip around my neck which is slowly cutting my breath.

Why me! Why why why me!

It's slams my head against the wall my eyes start dropping.

why is it doing this so slow and painful why can't they just snap my neck and kill me!

It  lets out another laugh like it enjoys me in pain. It was going to slam my head against the wall again but it never came all that came was the floor

It dropped me?

Then I hear someone shouting out my name from a distance

"Angela! Don't go to sleep! Angela" that's all I heard before all went black and sleep took over me.

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