The Puzzle

The Puzzle

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Upon spotting a mouse on the first floor of my house, I immediately ran to my room to hide from the creature. I couldn't say how long I was in my room before I built up the courage to return to the first floor of my house; however, it was a long enough period that I became bored enough to piece together a glow-in-the-dark unicorn puzzle I have had for years but have never finished because when I was young enough to enjoy glow-in-the-dark unicorns, I was too young to have enough focus and patients to put together a 700 piece puzzle. While working on the puzzle, I had a lot of time to think, and "The Puzzle" is a documentation of the revelation I had in this time.
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Something didn't feel right. I looked around my room slowly; cautiously; taking everything in and trying not to feel too nervous. Perhaps Lure was in my room right now, watching me, silently laughing to himself. I didn't doubt it. I slipped off my bed and walked around, hugging my waist, and tilted my head. I felt my rough ponytail slide against the back of my neck and over my shoulder as I moved. "Lure?" I hissed, "Lure, are you there?" I wandered around a little, for some reason feeling scared. But why? It was only Lure. He wouldn't hurt me, would he? "Okay, Lure. Quit it. I know it's you. Who else would it-" I stopped, startled, when I heard a strange sound that made me cringe. It was like fingernails being dragged across a chalkboard. I whipped around and came face-to-face with my mirror. Immediately, I saw the difference. Various scratches were displayed across the glass, forming words. It looked as if claws had written the words in the mirror. "Deepest apologies, but it was fun." (All credit goes to my sister, who wrote this when she was in the twelfth grade)

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