PART II

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Two weeks later, Shawn found out

About the missing little girl. Shawn was very Sceptic... Confused... Scared... And even worried. He was thinking about the strange noises. Shawn lived alone.. In a three bedroom, 2 bath, cabin. Everynight, he heard strange noises. Knocking on the kitchen window, screaming, scratching, and even heavily breathing. Shawn became even more scared then he already was. One windy afternoon, he was playing his guitar, calmly singing to the toon. As he looked out side the window he saw a skinny little girl. When he got closer, the little girl disappeared. Shawn thought he was just tired and exhausted because of the little sleep. Shawn continued playing his guitar. Mid way into his little toon, he heard knocking. He ignored the noises. Two and a half minutes later, he heard scratches and stomping, out back on his deck. He slowly put down his guitar and quietly walked to his back door. As he opened it, he saw a small hairy fox. He sighed in relief. When he looked up, he saw a dirty white dress, hiding behind a big sequoia tree. He heard a creepy little laugh. He quickly closed the door and locked it. He looked out side the window, he saw the little girl sitting on the decks stairs. Shawn quickly got the phone and called the sherif again. When he looked back outside the little girl was staring right into his eyes. Shawn crawled back, scared. He heard pounding on the window. He heard the little girl screaming and crying for help. Shawn yelled "get out of here". The little girl looked straight at him, and hit the door as hard as she could, and ran away. When the sheriff got there, he asked Shawn a series of questions. Shawn was still shaking. The sheriff asked Shawn to discribe the little girl. Shawn quickly responded "sh-she was wearing a ripped white dress, she was wearing uhm uhm flats, she had a big dirt stain on her dress." The sheriff quickly stopped him and responded "you do realize you just described Hannah... The little girl that went missing acouple of days before you got here." Shawn was scared out of his mind.. He was whiter then his Canadian buttcheeks.

TO BE CONTINUED

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