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From
"911"
by
Heather Marie
Margaitis
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The driveway
ended and a vast dreary looking house loomed in front of
me. It
looked chilling, eerie, and because the moon was out, it
made the building look even
spookier. There was no outdoor light to welcome me and
as far as I could see,
there were no lights glowing from the inside as well.
Over to my left, the boy stood
impatiently waiting for me on the stone front steps. His
brown hair was long
and shaggy. A frightened look had spread across his
face.
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