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23:58

Home alone once again, Luke Hemmings, the strange hipster boy was getting ready to watch a movie waiting for his parents to come home. He decided to go for 'the exorcist' he didn't find it scary he just found it hilarious how horny the little girl was and how she can twists her hand backwards, he finds that cool.

00:30

Halfway through the movie, the phone rang. He picked up the phone not taking his eyes off the TV, it was like he was hypnotised or something.

"Yello?"

Nothing. He never heard anything, just loud breathing which made him a little pissed off.

"Listen, if this is you Michael then-"

"23.06.89" it said back, it was a loud whisper.

"Dude, why are you saying the date?" The boy was confused. What's so special about the date?

"The last day." He hissed.

"What? Listen, I'm going to say this as nice as I can-" he heard a knock at the door, he hung up on the creepy guy and got up to answer the door. He wasn't scared or anything nothing did. He thought it was his parents.

He decided to check through the little hole at the door. He didn't see anything but black, he squint his eyes to try and make it more clear, he then felt something sharp poking through is eye. He screamed from the agony, covering his now bleeding left eye with his hand.

"What the hell!" He groaned. He felt his eye sight going blurry, he looked over to try and get his sight to become clear again but it just kept getting even more blurry.

He felt someone tap his shoulder, he turned around confused until he felt a knife slashing through his body, he groaned loudly, grabbing on to what he can only see a black figure, he tried to make out his features. Only to see red eyes then he fell to the floor immediately dead.

After that night Luke Hemmings was the most talked about teenager for the last ten years, I guess that's what he would of wanted?

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