I decided that I wanted to grow myself. Might be fun, growing to around seven feet tall, go find my family and play dumb. Since I knew my clothes would rip, I looked through the boxes in the basement. I came across a one of dad's old jogging outfits that should do the trick. I put the outfit on and set the remote to grow. I began to fire at myself and slowly started to expand.
"Damn it almost feels better to grow than shrink," I thought to myself. When I stopped firing, my best guess was that I was around seven feet tall. I quickly head upstairs and peeked into the kitchen, the coast was clear. I looked for a high spot to put the remote and decided to place it on top of the fridge.
Just as I planned to put it down my sister walked in. Right as she saw me, the girl began to screams then ran out of the room. She yelled for mom as she always does when she's in trouble. I grinned I gave it a second, then followed her down the hallway. She was already out of my sight so I went all the way down to the end. Right as I turned around the corner a bat hit me right in the head and then things went dark.
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