Chapter One

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The house is dark and smells of death. The furniture is old and curtains are torn. The air is stale. I shiver at the presence of the house, but I have nothing else. I'm the only one left since mom and dad were shot.

The lights flicker on and off though nobody else is there. I hear a blood curling scream and check the house. Nothing. Not a soul in sight. I can't shake the feeling of somebody following me, and watching every move I make. I fear the worst is yet to come. I can feel the eyes of another as I walk through the house, searching for anything.A door slams shut, but where. Could it be the wind just coming through? Could it be someone who is out to get me?

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