Man

 

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Someone's in here. Watching me. I don't know what to do. My whole world stopped when the door opened and the wind chimes began to hit each other creating a lyre sound. Think. Think. Think. Maybe in a minute it's standing in front of you and pointing the knife to you. 

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The last thing I remember is that, a silhouette of a man appeared in front of the mirror and stabbed me.

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