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This all started 2 days ago. I had just moved into a new neighborhood, and I'm living alone for the first time. It's a quiet neighborhood, if you don'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't making noise, even though they are. The first night I had stayed in my house, it
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 god" I thought to myself, "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'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.
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