'Freaks, I don't believe your story, so long" you say opening the door.
"We'll see you in less than a week hopefully, for your sake.." you hear one of them say in a fairly butch voice. You slam the door and start to walk down the road towards your house, which is only a street over. As you walk you start to feel tired, sluggish like walking was too much effort. "Meh probably just crashing after drinking that energy drink earlier you think." little do you know that the muscles in your legs are beggining to weaken, afterall a baby doesn't walk. You make it into your house and begin to walk upstairs. Your house is eerily quiet, but you don't care as you walk up into your room, doubt beggining to creep into your mind. "What if they weren't lying' you think as you open your bedroom door and see...
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