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"Mitch is dead and it's all my fault!" I said crying to Kirstie.

"Scott, he's not dead." She says.

"He's not?" I ask.

"No, but if we don't leave now he will be." She says trying to pick me up off my chair.

I get up and grab the note from her hand that they left when they took Mitch and headed toward the door, but was quickly stopped by a bat to the head.

I remember falling to the ground and some people taking in the house.

Then I kind of heard some pops come from inside the house where Kirstie was. And that was the last thing I remember before everything went completely blank for me.

I hope she handled everything and is okay.

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