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Hi my name is Polly I am 15 years old and have 3 other siblings micha is 17 my oldest sibling I am the middle child too btw and Oliver is 12 he is second youngest and Addison is 7 years young and my fav of all of them my moms name is patty and my dads name is Bart and we live in a decent sized home and my mom is a doctor and my dad is a high school teacher he teaches English and he teaches at clover feild high school help me with my story about the killer on bloom streetAll Rights Reserved

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My hand slaps against my mouth as I try to shut myself up. Don't make too much noise...or he'll hear you. A vehicle's door opens then slams shut. I don't hear footsteps...but as the minutes go by I begin to hear them; the footsteps get louder and louder and louder, matching the sound of my thundering heart. That's when I see his shadow cast over the ditch...over the place where I tried to hide. "Well," he says with a smile in his voice. "I wonder where he could've gone...the footprints stop here...so I wonder if he just...disappeared?" My body begins to tremble. I can feel it now. The pain. I can feel the pain already. He jumps down into the ditch...he stands directly in front of me, with his back facing me. My hand presses harder against my mouth as I try to suppress my whimper, but it's way too late now. But his body tenses up when he hears it. He laughs bitterly as he turns around slowly, and his eyes cut through my camouflage easily. "There you are."

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