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One night, I was alone in my house. The wind was howling outside. A storm was approaching. I was watching the news. A report popped up. According to the report, it was about a murderer called Knife Guy. Sources have showed that he killed all of his victims by shoving a knife up their asses. |
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One night, I was alone in my house. |
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The wind was howling outside. |
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A storm was approaching. |
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I was watching the news. |
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A report popped up. |
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According to the report, it was about a murderer called Knife Guy. |
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Sources have showed that he killed all of his victims by shoving a knife up their asses. |
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My TV shut off. |
My TV shut off. |
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”Maybe it was just a glitch.” I thought. |
”Maybe it was just a glitch.” I thought. |
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I heard the doorbell rang. I was suspicious. ”Was it Knife Guy?” I thought. I gently opened the door, and I saw nobody. ”Odd…” I thought, scratching my head. I decided to go to bed, because I had work in the morning. I felt cold. So, I threw a blanket onto myself. I saw a shadow. |
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I heard the doorbell rang. |
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I was suspicious. |
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”Was it Knife Guy?” I thought. |
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I gently opened the door, and I saw nobody. |
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”Odd…” I thought, scratching my head. |
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I decided to go to bed, because I had work in the morning. |
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I felt cold. |
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So, I threw a blanket onto myself. |
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I saw a shadow. |
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”Am I insane?” I thought. |
”Am I insane?” I thought. |
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Then, I heard a scream. |
Then, I heard a scream. |
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I quickly ran out of my room. Then, I fell down the stairs. Every stair that I touched was another $5000 in legal fees. I landed on my butt. I got up, and I walked towards that kitchen. I saw my dead mother. She was dead. I cried. I ran up into my room. Then, I saw him. The guy who they call Knife Guy. Frankly, he was a knife with a human mouth and human eyes. ”You are never gonna leave.” He said. Then, he stabbed me. I woke up in the hospital. Then, I blacked out, never to be heard from again. |
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I quickly ran out of my room. |
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Then, I fell down the stairs. |
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Every stair that I touched was another $5000 in legal fees. |
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I landed on my butt. |
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I got up, and I walked towards that kitchen. |
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I saw my dead mother. |
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She was dead. |
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I cried. |
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I ran up into my room. |
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Then, I saw him. |
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The guy who they call Knife Guy. |
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Frankly, he was a knife with a human mouth and human eyes. |
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”You are never gonna leave.” He said. |
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Then, he stabbed me. |
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I woke up in the hospitial. |
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Then, I blacked out, never to be heard from again. |
Revision as of 17:20, 6 January 2023
One night, I was alone in my house. The wind was howling outside. A storm was approaching. I was watching the news. A report popped up. According to the report, it was about a murderer called Knife Guy. Sources have showed that he killed all of his victims by shoving a knife up their asses.
My TV shut off.
”Maybe it was just a glitch.” I thought.
I heard the doorbell rang. I was suspicious. ”Was it Knife Guy?” I thought. I gently opened the door, and I saw nobody. ”Odd…” I thought, scratching my head. I decided to go to bed, because I had work in the morning. I felt cold. So, I threw a blanket onto myself. I saw a shadow.
”Am I insane?” I thought.
Then, I heard a scream.
I quickly ran out of my room. Then, I fell down the stairs. Every stair that I touched was another $5000 in legal fees. I landed on my butt. I got up, and I walked towards that kitchen. I saw my dead mother. She was dead. I cried. I ran up into my room. Then, I saw him. The guy who they call Knife Guy. Frankly, he was a knife with a human mouth and human eyes. ”You are never gonna leave.” He said. Then, he stabbed me. I woke up in the hospital. Then, I blacked out, never to be heard from again.
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