That left a mark...

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I'm back in my room time to go. I need to figure out what's going on... I'm going to write down what I know about it:

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It comes through the front door
It walks on two legs
It has black spikes
Every time it kills me I go back to where I started
Mum calls me before it comes in
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I should really try to figure out where this thing is coming from. Does it wait out the front door or does it run to-

"BRING BRING"

Crap the phone I've waited too long. I shove the paper in the paper in my pocket and close my eyes, I don't want to see it kill me again.

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