Watching,Waiting,Killing

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It was a dark stormy night,the wind swept the leaves across the lonely lanes as the trees danced to its rhythm.The windows began to rattle by the rain drops as if it was being riddled with bullets;the place was shivering cold.

There was a girl named Meg,in an old house,with her mother and brother.later,Meg wakes up from a nightmare.She glances at the mirror,and sees her reflection but there is something off about it.The eyes of her reflection are blank and blood smeared all over.Meg gasps."this is probably my imagination. Silly me Meg thinks.

Then she hears someone say,"watching,waiting,killing."
Meg screams and sprints out of the room,unsure what to do.As she runs down the hall she notices the paintings eyes move to follow her "watching,waiting,killing" she hears the voice again and turns to the corner,to see her mother and brother hanged with their eyes down open.

Text written with their blood reads.Now they can watch you too!

Now terrified Meg calls the police.

Later in the night, the police find Meg,her mother and brother hanged next to each other.

"Watching,waiting,killing."

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