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I was very tired, but I just couldn't sleep. I felt a weird feeling, like I was feeling sick or something. I tried to sleep, I was so tired. But I still couldn't. There was something that kept me from falling asleep. I was lying in my bed, quiet. I felt a little scared, too. I didn't know why. My head was tilted against the wall. My position felt quite uncomfortable. So I turned around and my heart almost stopped.
There, face to face against me, stood a man,
"Oh, I guess you weren't
I was so scared, so terrified, so full of shock, but I was not going to give up. The thing raised a knife and jumped at me. Good for me, I was pretty good at self-defense. I took a stranglehold on the fucker and pulled him to my bed. The fucker was shocked and dropped its knife. I guess it didn't expect resistance. I punched him in the face. I punched him again, and again and again, until he passed out. It was blood on my bed and I was mad. I went downstairs, grabbed my phone and called the police. Then I went back to my room and
"I didn't expect you to be such a fighter. Good job. You deserve to
Jeff then jumped down and escaped. When the police arrived I told them what had happened. Only thing I didn't tell them was what he said when he left. No, it was not important for
I deserved to live, ha-
{{by-cpwuser|HoodoHoodlum|date=May 22, 2012}}
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