When the little girl ran into her house she stop right in her tracks, there was a man pointing a shotgun to her mother's temple. The man asked "where's your room little girl" in the most deep an raspy voice she has ever heard. The little girl pointed to a room with the door slightly open and inside you could see pink floral wallpaper and and a collection of stuffed animals on a shelf. Once again the man spoke in that deep raspy voice "why don't you go play with your stuffed animals and I'll tell you when you can come back out". The girl slowly walk into her room and look at at her mom as she shut the door. Once she closed the door she pressed her ear to the closed door and tried to listen, but all she could heard were light mumbles.
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TerrorI really don't know what this is going to turn into I'm still developing characters and haven't even started on two out four and only one character has a design but hopefully this story will go somewhere
