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The Stranger

The cool wind whipped around her. The rain was pouring and she stood in the middle of the street watching the red tail lights disappear down the road. Slowly walking to the house she realized that she would never see him again. It hadn’t sunk in until now. The tall man with the brown hair and green eyes was gone for forever. The quiet of the house gave her chills.

Every small sound. Every creak made her jump. The darkened hallway which never bothered her seemed ominus to her right now. The way that she got cold in an instant made her realize that his job was not done. He left… what was she to do now? The voices had started again. Whispers grazing against her ears made her hair stand on end.

Just then a knock on the front door. A stranger stood there. Man or woman? Not entirely sure.

“Is there any place where i could dry off?” A raspy voice asked.

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