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I was being treated well by the boy in my building. Eight nights later I fell asleep as usual and i heard a noise.
The noise was very faint, like a nail hitting metal. I said "who's there". I sat their for a long while waiting for the noise to come back.
The noise didn't come back for a long time and so I almost thought nothing of it, almost.
A small light came on from the door of my room. the light shined one small beam straight towards me.
The boy that lived in my building ripped me off my bed and grabbed the mattress
The child that lived in my building killed me with the bed and i died a slow death.
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