What Nighmares Are Made Of.

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We crept throughout the thick woods slowly making our way to our own little house jail. soon we reached the clearing. I gasped as the moonlight revealed shredded metal, shards of glass, and snapped boards. they got out. how? the house was locked down tighter than an airport containing a suicide bomber. how did it happen? I stood there looking at the strips of shining metal listening by the moonlight in the snow. he stood quietly behind me, probably thinking. The same thing i was.

"How?" I breathed out.

This was not good.

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