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two years later: I ended up moving back to my old house as it was the only place I could feel safe, with the man In my room, sometimes it felt like he was my body gaurd. I grew up in this house, it was just me and the man as I was an orphan. No one found me until I was 24 and by then the man was gone. someone was looking to move Into the house, I recognised thier face and then it came to me that it was the strange man that had been in my room, it felt like forever since I had last saw him.

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