Followed

I'm scared. Alone. Being followed. I gulped as the enormous figure neared me, its shadow concealing its stone cold face.

It all started when our family bought a new home, after our old home was destroyed, by a reason still unknown. That event turned my life upside down.

The car pulled into the driveway of the enormous McMansion, the engine clunking as it cooled down. I sat beside my sister, who was two years older than me. I ran into the new home, running around in its vast emptiness. The bright sunlight filtered through the huge windows into the living room, lighting up its luxurious leather sofas. Delicately carved designs were plastered on the furniture.

That night, I heard a slight creak.

It got louder.

I slowly went down the stairs to investigate, when I saw a note on the door going to the basement:

"If you go inside, there is no escape".

It was scribbled with blue pen, written on a ripped piece of line paper.

I opened the door, and a faint scream came out of the basement. I slammed the door shut and stormed up the stairs, frightened.

The next day, I told my sister about this.

"Ha, ha, ha. Very funny. What next? Did you become the fresh prince of Bel Air again?"

Then, my mom said: "You're movin' with your auntie and uncle in Bel-Air." I whistled for a cab and when it came near The license plate said fresh and it had dice in the mirror If anything I could say that this cab was rare But I thought, "Nah, forget it. Yo home to Bel-Air!" I pulled up to the house about 7 or 8 And I yelled to the cabby yo holmes smell ya later Looked at my kingdom I was finally there To sit on my throne as the prince of Bel-Air.

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