Under the table

Under the table

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WpMetadataReadComplete Sat, Jun 11, 2016<5 mins
I could feel something touching my leg. I held my breath in hoping it would go away, leave me alone. Still it kept touching me. It became harder to concentrate on breathing out and in because my body wanted to be terrified. The whimpering intensified and I felt a tear trickle down my face. I was going to die, right here at the kitchen table, like all those people in the movies.
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The blood dripped onto the floor infront of me. Dripping so much from my arms, legs, and face i was starting to become dizzy. It pooled around me as I could feel myself becoming cold.

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