Walk down the street...

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You decide to walk down the street to check it out. You walk up to another house two houses down from the one you were dropped off at. You knock on their door once and the door swings open, someone smiling comes into view. Creepy, you look at them for a little while and then just walk away. You hear the door close behind you. You walk back to the original house and knocked on the door, someone opens the door. He looked at you with urgency and pulls you into his house, and starts to question you. "What is your name? How old are you? How long have you been here?" He asked. You answer with vague answers. "My name is not important. I'm in my 20's and I just got here, where ever here is..." He looked at you. "Are you the one who I text?" He asked. "Yes." A short answer. "Sit down, i'll get you some water." You take a seat. And rummage through your purse for your phone. But you didn't see it anywhere. You look up to see a glass in your face and your grab it. "Do you have your phone?" He asked. "No." "Shit.. Then who is texting me?" He muttered. You gasp and whisper, "My mother..." You have two choices, Ask to see his phone or Excuse yourself to the bathroom.

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