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September 2nd, 2007
01:47 am
She swallowed the dirty words she was just going to say and continued her proud walk within the fence. She was never afraid of them. So why should something become different now?
The night sky showed no distant lights. The cold winter air made it difficult to breathe - it seemed to freeze even souls. Even all of her thoughts - they were gone, taken by the night. The frosty wind played with her black hair as a naive child and it suddenly made her smile. Although she was allmost killed by hard work and trembling from every slightest touch of the wind. It was really cold, she decided to hurry up.
Seven minutes later she reached her home - as soon as the rain had started. Closing the front door she felt the lightning strike right behind her, miles away. She moved deeper into the room without even turning the lights on. As soon as she reached the bedroom, she fell asleep with all her clothes on. It was all so quiet.
She woke up several hours later and saw blood covering most of the sourfaces. She couldn't even scream - the fear had taken her voice, thoughts, everything. She just sat in the bed not moving for some minutes. Then she finally forced herself to stand up and examine the rest of the house. Whose blood was that? She saw all the mirrors in the house smashed into pieces and every curtain was torn apart. Some other rooms were also covered with blood like her bedroom, some were clear, containing only the broken mirrors and other strange things. She felt shocked and still frightened as hell.
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