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Hello, I am Percy Parker, Today, I had an awful experience that causes my fear into a reality. The dessert that children love, is cake. You must tell your child to NEVER eat cake again.
==September 17, 2012==
Today my family got to move back to Auburn, Washington after living my whole life at Columbus, Ohio. My grandma has been sick for almost 4 months straight. We are moving at her house until she can recover.
I was playing some football throwing with my older brother, Terrence, until I saw the mailman walk pass by, and standing in front of our door. My mom opened the door, when the mailman said "Mrs. Parker, I came to give you this delivery to your mom, Emily Parker. Is she home?" Mom nodded her head and got the package. It was really thin, something like 3 x 4 I guess. We continued our game until the moon rose and me and Terrence went inside. The weird thing however, is my grandma sitting at her rocking chair, staring at a picture that came inside the box earlier, frightened. We brushed our teeth and went to sleep, until we heard a loud, low tuned voice screaming. My parents were carrying my grandma's body to the door.
Later, my mom texted me through her
==October 31, 2012==
I was asleep in my bed instead of trick-or-treating outside with laughing, scattering kids my age. My parents are going to my grandma's funeral, while I am stuck here without my brother, who is with my parents as well. I closed the window for no further distraction. But I heard a splat at the window, I peeked, and it was the cake from the photo. I screamed and opened my door to only see 4 more duplicate cakes! I jumped over them, went downstairs, dodges other crawling duplicates, rushed to the kitchen, and got a butcher knife. But behind me was another duplicate, catching the knife with its flat layer.
The cakes were getting close to me, scared to death, and surrounded in a corner. As soon as the cakes were close, I got cut by a cake who fell down with a knife, to stab me. However, I'll take that action as suicide, for as the cake went splat all over the floor. I grabbed the
I checked all over the house to see no more cakes, until a giant version of the duplicate was behind me, with a sword in its hands. "FINALLY, YOU SHALL PERISH ALONG WITH YOUR GRANDMOTHER, AND PROBABLY YOUR ENTIRE FAMILY! HAHAHAHA!" But then, I heard a gunshot, closing my eyes, and ducked. When I stood back up, I saw a hole through the cakes middle of the layer, with his eyes focusing on it. He falls down and a huge splat covers my entire house, breaking the windows, and the backyard door. My grandma is in front of me, with a shotgun, she puts the gun down, rushes to me to give me a hug. As I hug back, my parents and bro come back, surprised as they see me and my grandmother.
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Listen, whether it's a birthday party, a wedding, an occasion, or just a plain party, do NOT get a cake for either of them. My life lesson is when you see a cake, use a butcher knife to stab it. Hopefully, you can do this to prevent any further attacks.
Until then, see you later, and the cake...is a lie.
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