Footsteps rang out. Floorboards broke. Two people were in this derelict building. More like one person and one monster. The footsteps stopped. It was getting darker by the second as the sun set. The electricity was somehow still working in the building. It cast a yellow glow everywhere. Suddenly, it all went black. She shut off the power. No! No! She was fine at navigating the dark. Her target did not have that skill. "Where are you?~" Her sweet yet psychotic voice echoed through the building. She soundlessly crept up the stairs and into the room her target hid in. A smile spread across her crazed features. Not a happy one. A sick, twisted one. She looked under the bed. Her target was shaking. "You picked the most clichè hiding place ever. How predictable." She muttered. That was all he remembered before he passed out. When he woke up, there was a note taped to his shirt. With dirt in his hair and covering his back, he read it. "Get out. Never come back. I'll kill you." He shuddered at the note and ran from the house. He never went back. To this day, anyone who went there vanished off the face of the earth. He knew their fate. Death.1234 copyright protection989ＰＥＮＡＮＡSLyiOmGWOF 尼

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