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The Unknown


I am walking down a hallway its familiar but not really.

I stop,

and look around trying to find a sigh or anything. I can’t its blank,

everything is blank.

I look at the walls there are no more doors or windows.

I scream for help,

nobody can help me here.

I fall to my knees and start to cry as I hear something drag across the floor

towards me.

I don’t look up I just hide my face in my hands face,

hoping that the beast won't hurt me again.

 
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