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Sometime later, I woke up later to the sound of the Smallville theme song flashing on the screen on my T.V. I noticed I was laying on my bed. I must have given up trying to wait for my desktop to log on.

Looking out the window, it was still pitch black outside. I picked up my phone and realized I had two text messages. Not to mention that I had only slept for one hour.

For chrissakes, what was going on with you Kaitlyn? I asked myself. That mugger was just that, a mugger. He can't hurt you. He doesn't even know where you live.

Rolling over and turning off the television, I once again glanced at the monitor. Feeling satisfied, I closed my eyes, but then immediately opened them again.

The front door was wide open and the camera for the back door wasn't appearing on the screen.

My body jerked up in surprise, not to mention terror. What the hell? WHAT THE HELL! Jumping onto my feet I ran to my bedroom door. Sliding the dead bolt into place, and grabbed my baseball bat. I turned the last remaining light off, and quickly but quietly crawled to my bed. Into the corner, facing the door.

Oh my god I'm going to be murdered. Who the hell could have broken into the house?

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