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It was running towards the back door, so I charged over, ready to confront it. I ripped open the door. Nothing. I stuck my head outside, and just caught a glimpse of it running down the side of the house to the front. So I scurried to the front door, tore it open, and again. Nothing. Then realising I had left the back door open, I rushed back across the house, slammed it shut and locked it.
I knew I was to late. It was in the house now. I was sure of it, and I was on the back foot. I was creeping around the house, looking in every nook and cranny. I looked through the living room, the kitchen, the bathroom. Nothing. It had to be in my bedroom. So I crept up to the door, summoned all my courage, and burst through the door to
It came from the living room. I stood for a second, stealing my nerves and trying to regain my composure. This was it. Showtime. I braced myself, and headed to the living room. There it was. Standing there. Looking at me. A sick smile on its face. We both just stood there for a moment, in a sort of Mexican stand off. It started laughing. That was it. I rushed it. It dove out of the way of my knife. It was very quick and agile. I heard it make a noise that resembled distorted speech. I couldn't focus on that. I was too preoccupied trying to kill this thing. I went for its throat, but it dodged again, and this time it grabbed me from behind.
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