My mind
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I was lying down on my carpet, it was soft but too hard so you got up and walked to your room, as you walked into your room all you could see was dirty, muddy shoes so you went to pick them up and take them outside, it was dark and you could see the stars. Thats weird you said to your self"it was daytime just before i went to my room" you say. You walked back into your room to a person standing there, you freaked out "do I know you" you say with a shiver up your spine. The person just stood the staring out the window"HELLO im talking to you" you shout with anger, the person turned around and said"what do you want" with a deep voice, you slowly started to creep back outside but it was to late, the person walked up to you and grabbed you wrist, you screamed and tried to scratch him, "your gonna wish you never did that" he said you started to get worried, you started to cry as he pulled you into your room, he was distracted by the car outside your house so you decided to run, you scream.
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