No one here. No one here. No one here. No one here. Quiet. Dark. Gone. No one here. Very quiet. Gone? No one here. Who is that? 

Not alone. Quiet. No one here. Gone again. My imagination I guess. Not here. No. No one will come for you if you call. No one can hear you scream six feet under the ground.



NO ONE.
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