Help me, please. I beg you to help me. On whatever costs, help me please. Will you help me if I explain?
I will explain it only once. ONCE! You got that? Nice, than I can go on.
I sometimes joke that I am crazy. But the people don't get it. I am not joking. Why? Because I hear it. It walks on the attic above my room. But there is no attic above my room.
The other thing is that I hear the clock it has. I don't have a clock in my room, not even a watch. My sister doesn't have one. And there is no clock in the hallway, room of my parents or the bathroom. I only hear it right above me. But it isn't there.
Help me I beg you. I am scared to death.
I think it is almost to late. If I scared you, I'm sorry.
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