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This all started 2 days ago. I had just moved into a new neighborhood, and I’mI'm living alone for the first time. It’sIt's a quiet neighborhood, if you don’tdon't count the teenagers setting off fireworks and car alarms every night at exactly 3:37 a.m. Or the constant house fires, couples screaming, drag races, and police sirens. But sometimes I think its too quiet, almost eerie like all the people aren’taren't making noise, even though they are. The first night I had stayed in my house, it was… unsettling, the floorboards didn’tdidn't creak, the doors hadn’thadn't slammed, and worst of all, it was a solid temperature throughout the house. Sorry for scaring you, but I’mI'm not done yet.
One day I heard a knock on my door, and not a normal knock, it was the dead of day. Instantly my heart started pounding out of my chest. “Dear"Dear god”god" I thought to myself, “Who"Who could be at my house, at 3:00 pm, on a Monday. Could it be — a MORMON??!”" Oh god, such a scary thought, best not think of the worst. But I couldn’tcouldn't help myself. Before I knew it I had huddled in a fetal position in the corner, staying there for what seemed like hours, until I built up the courage to answer the door. Slowly opening the large creaking door, there was no-one there; only a bottle-shaped bottle, filled with a strange white opaque liquid. My heart beating at what seemed like 75 bpm.
Fearing it was a bio-weapon, I slammed the door, ran inside and headed for the bathroom. I felt like throwing-up after being frightened so much. I didn’tdidn't come out until the next day, I figured after a fright like that I should wind down and relax. I spent the day reading books, watching TV, and taking a nice warm bath. Until, I heard it. THE KNOCK. I tried to be courageous enough to confront my tormentor. But I couldn’tcouldn't bring myself to answer the door, instead I peered out the window. A strange man in a white uniform was at my doorstep, placing the bottle-shaped bottle. “A"A Government man?”" I thought to myself, as I damn near had a heart attack. I couldn’tcouldn't take it anymore, I had to get out of there. I rushed out my backdoor and ran as quickly as I could to my car, driving straight to my parent’sparent's house, somewhere I knew I would be safe.
Here I am, typing out this story. I don’tdon't know what to do, every time I think about what has happened I quiver in fright. If you find a white bottle-shaped bottle on your doorstep, I warn you. Get out of there, god knows what can happen next. Be safe.
{{by|HumanMaleNotanAlien}}
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