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Are You Afraid?

Are You Afraid?

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Fiction
Horror
Everything was going so well. I had a new babysitting job, and it paid well. A nice neighborhood, in a good environment, I couldn't be happier. Until that night. The night everything went bad. How can a child become so evil? Why is this happening to me? If only I stayed at home. If only I listened to my friends. If only I would have listened. This is the story about my life. This is the story about when I encountered something so deadly, and so evil, that it killed me. What would you do?
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