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Darkness surrounds me. I walk up the steps, one by one. Booming silence fills the air. Dust falls from the ceiling from the crash of bodies. I hear screaming from the attic. My hands began trembling as one reaches for my gun and the other for the door knob. I open the door and scream.

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