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The Village

Part 4

By Robbie BalePublished 4 years ago • 1 min read
The Village
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4.

The closet door is open. The light is also on. As I'm sitting up looking. I think I'm looking into a closet of straight nothingness. And then I saw something.

A little black ball scurry. I need a double take. I ran past once again. I screamed to the top. Of my lungs, I can't. I'm deathly afraid of rats. Ricky immediately wake up too.

We both started loudly screaming. Dad ran into our room. He was confused upon arrival. I told him about it. He lifted up the bed. Didn't see anything under there. i can't believe this mess.

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