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Alec walked into the house. It was absolutely disgusting. Their were red stains on the white walls.
"Is that blood?"thought Alec
Alec was relived when he saw a broken wine bottle on the floor.
"Why would they throw wine at a wall?"
Alec knew there was something up with these people. That was one of the reasons he came to get his football. He would have called the cops but he wanted to see what was inside their house. Alec got into their living room. Their were scratches across the couch.
"It's their cat"he assumed
They had always had cats. The only time they ever went outside was to take the cats out. But as he got closer he noticed It couldn't have been the cats. They were very deep cuts in the couch.
"We got your ball."said the eldest man in his very heavy accent. Alec could never tell if it was Australlian or British. Alec turned to where the voice came from. The man was holding one of the very large kitchen knive's used for cutting steaks right above the football. The man threw the ball straight to his face. It hit him right on the eye. When alec was holding his eye in pain the man ran towards him and shoved him in some room and locked the door.

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