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Home alone. I hate being home alone especially in my grandfather’s hunting season house. In the middle of the forest surrounded by skeletal structured trees and a mysterious mist that never goes away.
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Home alone. I love it when people are left home alone especially when their house is in the middle of nowhere and no one would hear them scream. This will be a treat.
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Staring into the crackling blaze in the fire place I thought about my grandparents who had left me here for the week. All on my own.They ask me to spend my summer with them and then they go ahead and leave.
“Oh, but you’re our only granddaughter! You don’t know how much longer your dear grandparents have left!”
Pfft! They just wanted me to look after their rotten old house with its ancient furniture and giant staircase leading up to all the big chambers. It was so boring. I wish I'd never come here! The spiders in the corners, the dust over the windows and those evil crows constantly squawking outside just made the place feel like something out of a horror movie. Next thing you know some monster will probably jump out at me!
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Slinking through the mist around the mansion, I carefully and quietly stepped up to the old oak door. Tapping on it loudly. Tap tap tap.
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I heard someone tapping loudly at the door. Who on Earth would be out here at this time of night. Glad for the distraction, I got up from the slightly uncomfortable chair and headed for the front door. I reached for the rusted handle and yanked open the wooden door. Only to be met by the dark and dreary forest. I looked to the left. Looked to the right. There wasn’t a living soul in sight. Besides the crows of course. They stared at me with those beady black eyes. Man, they were creepy. It felt as if they could see into my very soul. Stepping back inside more than a little creeped out, I turned around and headed upstairs towards my chamber.
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Watching the innocent little girl re-enter the house, I climbed up the side to one of the dusty windows on the second floor. Clinging to the lattice, I continued the game.
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As I turned into my room, my soul burning, I heard the tapping somewhat louder than before.
“Surely,” I said, “it's just something at my window lattice. Hopefully it is the wind and nothing more!”
Hands inside my pockets, I walked cautiously towards the window at the hallway’s end, each step I took made the floorboards creak. I came to an abrupt stop nearly a metre away from the window.
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This was my chance! She was so close! Dinner was served!
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A body crashed through the window, sending me flying in the process. My heart was beating a million miles a minute. The body was on top of me; I couldn’t move an inch.
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I could smell her delicious blood! Hear her little heart beat!
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Fangs at my throat, I wrenched my hand out of my pocket stabbing the beast with my specially created hunting knife. Ensuring the blade went all the way in so that it would take effect. Hearing the beasts skin sizzle from the poisons in the blade, I know I had been successful.
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No! How could I not have realised! How could I let this happen! I gasped at the unbearable pain that the blade caused.
“You’re a slayer!”
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The beast sucked in a breath and hissed in my face.
“Yeah, what did you think this was? An animal hunting house?” I smirked as the beast exploded into ash above me.
