Blood

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My shoes are covered in blood from the big splash of blood that came out of the box. "Fuck my life. My parents are dead, and now I'm by myself." I say aloud.

It's dark outside. The moon shines in my eyes. I honestly like staring at the moon, as if my prince charming is standing behind me with a rose.

My dog comes to me. His name is Stanley. I look at him, his puppy eyes look at me. "Aren't you the cutest thing!" I say. I go back inside, into my bedroom, and go to sleep.

I wake up, calling Stanley. He doesn't come. I go to his dog bed, not there. I thought where he might be. "Oh no, not the basement." I say shaking as I see a paw print by the door of the basement.

I go downstairs into the basement. I see a pool of blood leading into a dark spot. I turn on the light as I see.... "STANLEY!" I scream in tears. Stanley is laying there, his eyes open and his mouth all full of blood as it leaks out of him.

I go back into my room sobbing. I see a note.

'You are in danger. You will be killed on November 10th. You have been warned.'

I stand in shock. I don't know what to do. Should I call the police? should I run away? What do I do?

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