don't kill me (Noen Eubanks) COMPLETED
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what happens when you're home alone in your room and you hear scary noises coming from downstairs!!
Heather quickly got up and hid in her closet. she heard more footsteps and every time they got closer. her heart was beating really fast. the closet door opened and revealed a pair of beautiful green eyes. they had so much meaning behind it. you could only see his eyes. the guy just stared for a bit. he hesitated at first but he just signed me to stay quiet. "eyy bro did you find her" a voice said. the guy quickly closed the closet door and I tried to be as quiet as possible.
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