The Hunted

May 19, 2009
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Sweat trickles down his back as footsteps come closer in the hallway. Having heard the four others shriek in terror, he knows he is the only one left. A dark figure enters the room and slowly walks towards the closet he has crammed himself inside. The double doors fly open.
“Found ya! Now you’re it!”

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