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et door

of suffocating blackness beyond the frame. Had it

or and bolt for the front door of the house, to flee into

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inside, waiting for him to come closer. His body screamed for him to move, but he

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ck the door fr

th choking him. The entire

time. The wood creaked, th

e vibrat

ber: "Leave

the hallway, slamming it shut behind him. The air outside his room felt dif

ents' bedroom door.

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