Samuel

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I was awoken from my deep slumber by the sound of something or rather someone knocking on my bed room window. At age 16, the thought of someone standing outside you house knocking on your window is terrifying. My blood ran cold as I lay in my bed. I rub my eyes and look towards the window. I could make out a figure that seemed like a woman with staright, long hair. As I got closer to the window I could tell who it was, Emma, my next door neighbour.

"Emma what are you doing here at 4 am in the morning?!" I said as I opened the window

She looked at me in my nightdress, it had a Power Ranger print on it. She replied soon after but it felt like an eternity.

"You remember that haunted house down the street? Let's go there!" her eyes lit up with exitement.

"Now? Can't we go during day time? When everyone is awake?" I inquired, worried no one would notice that I went missing.

"No! Let's go now, or I won't talk to you" she said in a strong voice.

I couldn't imagine myself for a day without talking to her so, helpless, I agreed.

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