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My phone buzzed. I stuffed a few more French fries in my mouth before wiping my greasy hands on my hoodie and picking up the phone. I couldn’t recognize the number. I read the message and froze. There was only 1 message and it said “meet me outside right now” I looked at the screen for a moment before getting up and cautiously peeking out the window next to the front door. There was no one in the porch, but a dark hooded figure sat on our swing in the garden, swaying back and forth slightly. I stood there watching before closing my eyes and opening them again to see if I was hallucinating. Just like that the hooded figure disappeared. When I opened my eyes again, no one was sitting on the swing, but it was still swaying slightly. I reluctantly opened the front door before immediately shutting it again, and locking it. The hooded person was standing right in front of the door, and as I opened it, he grabbed the doorknob from outside, but he let go as soon as I pulled. I double-locked the door before locking all the windows and drawing the curtains. As I went to lock the kitchen door, I saw the same hooded person standing in the window, this time their face was visible, and he had a knife n his had. He grinned before smashing the window and stepping inside…

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