Midnight | Cricky
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'A feeling of dread washed over me. Crouched in my closet and heart beating fast, I heard its heavy footsteps slowly make their way to my hiding spot. The door flew open and the last thing I remember seeing were its eyes, pitch black and empty, and then darkness...'
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