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The last thing I saw was my alarm clock flashing 12:07 before pushing her long rottening claw through my chest while her other hand was muffling my screams. I sat bolt upright , relieved it was only a dream , but as I saw my alarm clock read 12:06 , I heard my closet door creep open.

<The chatroom>
A young boy meet a new friend in a chat room and begin talking to him regularly. This friend was from out of state but would be in town in a couple weeks , they made plans to sneak out and meet. The boy began to feel odd about the arrangement and confessed the whole thing to his father.The father contacted the authorities And after a couple hours the chat was traced to a local prison, the prisoner who had been using the computer was scheduled for release in two weeks.

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Your fear he can smell it. It only draws him nearer , now he is closer to you.

Your frantic actions amuse him. He craves you. You can try to hide now, lock yourself away from the world , barricade yourself from him. But that's what he wants.

Now your alone and he knows your alone

You can try to comfort yourself with simple distractions. You may even read this story But as you read this story . . . he still is there.

He is always there.

You have made yourself vulnerable and now he has got you.

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I'll be doing this every 2 or 3 chapters

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