Suddenly, a knock on the door brought Kayla to her feet. Groggily, Kayla hopped off her bed and slowly shuffled to the door. Turning the knob, Kayla peered out the door, but there was no one to be seen. "Argh, it must've been those annoying little brats next door," she muttered, "always up to no good." Kayla slammed the door and went back to hit the sacks. A few hours later, during mid-morning, when Kayla was busy with her monotonous hosehold work, there was another knock. Sighing, Kayla reached for the door. Again, there was no one to be seen, but there was a note on the floor, boldy bearing the words, "the door is not to be answered when the next knock breaks the silence". Rolling her eyes, Kayla crumpled the note and stuffed it in her pocket. Just another stupid prank, she thought, before resuming her work. Later during the night, as Kayla was doing the dishes, there was another knock on the door. Kayla was just about to open it when the note crossed her mind. But she soon dismissed the thought and went for the door. Slowly, she turned the knob. Immediately, she regretted her decision as a cold, clammy hand clasped her throat in a tight and unforgiving grasp. Desperate, Kayla struggled to cry out for help, but her cries fell upon deaf ears. Taking her last breath, Kayla threw the crumpled note on the ground. The next day, police discovered the note, but Kayla was nowhere to be found.1234 copyright protection728ＰＥＮＡＮＡPxNwgpdjxk 尼

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