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I was never one for stories of the supernatural but
,Was no mans.
He, because he looked male, stood an
The nesd day, I wake up in my bed. What was that a dream? A nightmare? A night terror? Or was because I was drinking too mucht? I was seventeen teen but everyone said it was okay as I could handle any drinks and is better at it than lots of older guys. I was alway fun at parties so I goes out to lots of them but NO. I was not seeing thing becos I was hungover last night. It was real. The man. The the knife mask. The chase… All of it. What to do? How to face a horror like that thing? I am a strong guy, with lots of belts in fighting and have never lost a fight in all my lives but THIS.
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I NEEDed some answered and needed them now1
I must find out but how? So I hit it to the streets and looks for more querulous and answers and vying this monster to justice at all costed. I ask round all day at the usesal places for news, know who and what this thing maybes all. The outhors who looked in on this died. I felted a shiver of fear run round my spine at theses worlds new like that us stop a man that in his takes mak him think twice about going on bit it was too late. I we in ON THE GROUND FLOOR! I could not turn back around. Lurging downtown at night, on the moves to find that thing, I knew tonight was the night I would find em. The Mos ner. Time pass and before I knows it, it was dark night, past eleven clock.
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