Life Is Hard Sometimes

Life Is Hard Sometimes

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WpMetadataNoticeÚltima publicación dom, may 3, 2015
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As I laid there with bloody wrist hoping I was dead.The door slammbed open as my boyfriend came running, behind him was my best friend Jessica and other people trying to cram through the door to see what was going on.I laid there half way dead trying to say sorry.All I could hear were people screaming "Call 911". I just laid there dieing in a puddle of blood.
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It was Friday night or Saturday morning I think. But I was was awoken by some snoring. It was loud. I thought it was my broken alarm clock that made a deep alarm but when I opened my eyes I froze. Next to me I saw a huge Black thing that was furry and had huge crooked sticks pointing to the other side. It took up the whole other side of my room. I quietly shuffled out of my bed, put my foot on the carpet and tried not to make noise. My door was closed so I tried to open it but it made a creak. There were two neon green lights glowing. At me. The creature then switched positions and stood up which made move backwards. It moved closer. There was no more room. I fell to the floor. It came to my face.

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