Was I even there?
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I was laying in bed I took my phone. And was reading about a sign of a murderer on the loose. It describes the female or male has cuts on the face. Has a white shirt. With sweatpants on. No age or hight. He or she said that its name was the night slayer. And the said good night. After that I couldn't sleep I felt like they where with me. And then I hear good night. Felt a slight cold sharp object press up on my chest. I then I can't breath I know what is happening they are here in my room talking to me. And I didn't even know that I was not even there at that moment. And just had I smile and thought I would be Jeff the killer.
till the next time i will be watching.
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