Break In

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Maddie Washers P.O.V.

My phone buzzed. "Hey turn on the news you need to see this," my friend Cameron had texted me. I got up off the couch, crossed the room, grabbed the remote, and turned on the news.
      "Recently there have been reports of over 32 abductions in the Bismark, North Dakota area. Police have informed us that the killer seems to be going after girls anywhere from 4'7" to 5'8", from the ages 8 to 22, he also goes after women with blonde hair, blue or green eyes, and 90 to 110 pounds. If you have three or more of these characteristics please contact the police immediately you might be in danger. Back to you Bryan," Lynnda, the news lady said.
    I have almost none of those qualities, thank the heavens. I walked into the kitchen and opened up the fridge. I was scanning the shelves when I heard the front door open. "Hello?" I kept scanning through the shelves of the fridge and grabbed a bottle of water. When I stood up straight I felt breathing on the back of my neck. "You will be mine Maddie Renee Washers. No matter how long you think that you can hide from me, YOU WILL BE MINE!" I turned around as fast as I could just in time to see the black blurry figure dash out the door. I ran and grabbed my cell phone from the living room and dialed the police. "This is North Dakota police department, how may I help you?" the lady said calmly. "I need to see Detective Amanda Williams immediately."

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