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"Why are you holding a knife? Are you afraid of something?" I hear someone from behind me making me turn around ready to use the knife but I suddenly stooped. It was a kid, a little weird kid, around eight I swear. He was petite, blond, and his clothes were dirty, poor mum, she might spend a lot of time to try to take away those stains. "What-what are you doing here? How did you get in?" This made him smile sweetly at me. "Your front door was opened." no, no it wasn't, I was sure of it. "I was feeling bored so I decided to get in. You have a pretty house, it's not scary like mine."
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