Sewing Scissors
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Okay. This is a horror story that I wrote for a competition with my friends, Icarusninja23, The Dimension Lord, and The Purple Monkey King. Warning: If you can't handle gore, and if certain things like suicide make you very uncomfortable, then do not read this.
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I was slipping, losing my grip on the ice cold windowsill. Even here, I could hear it's foot steps coming closer, polished black shoes smacking against the rotting wood floor. It was just like my dream.
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