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The rain pours down


You're all alone


The lightning and thunder crackle and spark


You're silent, like a mouse


Doors open and close, with no one on either side


You run upstairs


Something falls


You slammed your door shut


And glass shatters


Hiding in your sheets and blankets, you're scared


What is there to be scared of? It's just me, my friend.



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