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INTRO

Its Sunday morning, or at least i think. The sky isn't as bright as before, infact it's not bright at all, there is no sun, no clouds, just a gray sky settling above the earth. The airr is filled with moisture, the wind touches my skin causing it to soften. The clouds start to rumble, the tress begin, to shack... then sway. The sky grows darker, and so does my heart. As i sit in rage, in hate, in betrayel. I think of all the things they told me, all the things they did to me, all the things they said they wouldn't do to me. And all of this happened in 666 minutes......

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I crawl out of an old matress. My eyes blurry my head throbbing. I touch my forehead, its wet... is it sweat? No, i look at my finger tips... it's blood. Oh no! What happened after Stacy's party? I can't really remember all i remeber is... guys, lots of guys... where were the girls? where were the police. Wait there was no police, i left too early for the police to come. Who did i leave with? Was it Stacy? What happened to Stacy? What happened to me? I look at my clothes that were now soaked in sweat, torn, and stained with blood. Tears ran down my eyes in fear. I didn't know where it was. What time was it? I looked for my phone but i didn't have it. I couldnt see the time? Or text someone quietly for help, without anyone knowing. And most importantly, i couldn't even call the police to track me down! Whats going to happen? Whoses house am i in? These questions are remained un answered until footsteos came from downstairs. Wait i minute im up stairs?

Footstep grow closer...

and louder...

Until finally the the doorknob twitches..

then opens...

the door opens slowly, squeking loudly.

The hand of the strnger pushed the door more.

They are wearing gloves....

the door opes completly

he is wearing a mask

a black mask

his eye were all i coul see

and they did not look happy

I tried to run! But i realized i was hancuffed by my ankels and couldn't ecscape. He ran towards me with a frying pan, and smacked the back of my head with force!

Im unconcious....

and im unsure whats to happen...

in the next 666 minutes.

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