Paranormal Activity

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Well, what do you think? Barry asked as he placed a box on the kitchen floor. I love it Barr. It's perfect. Iris leaned her head on Barry's chest. It's our first house together and I want it to be perfect. Barry put his arm around her.

The first couple of days were easy for them. Everything seemed normal and there was nothing out of the ordinary. But that was all about to change.

Iris was home alone working on her article for the Central City Citizen. She kept hearing weird noises. Barry? Is that you? She called out after hearing some footsteps.  But there was no answer. She decided to get up and check. She walked around the house, and saw that she was alone. Iris? She heard someone call her name. She jumped before seeing Barry behind her. Barry, you scared me. Iris breathed. What are you doing? He asked. I thought I heard something. Iris said. You don't need to worry. It's just you and me here. Barry assured her.

Barry and Iris were cuddling on the couch, when they heard voices, but paid no attention to it. They just shrugged it off, thinking it was coming from the TV.

One night, they were both trying to sleep when they heard a voice and some thumping sounds. Barry, I think there's someone in the house. Iris whispered. They both got out of bed, and as they stepped into the passageway, they saw a shadowy man figure with glowing red eyes. They were both terrified, and didn't know what to do. At that moment, Barry had gotten his flash suit and put it on. It's probably Thawne. I know those red glowing eyes. Barry braced himself as the shadowy figure appeared again. This time throwing Barry across the room.

It came close to Iris, looking straight into her eyes. The figure looked all foggy, before showing Iris its true form. The figure was a creepy old man with glowing red eyes. It scratched Iris on the arm before disappearing again. I guess you're right. It's not Thawne. Barry got up and used his speed to run him and Iris out of the house, and to a nice hotel room.

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