One day a strange man was walking down my street. He wore a black hat and a black long jacket. He saw me and I saw him. About three years later we met again. But this time he had a knife. I went to bed that night afraid. When I was sleeping I felt breathing down my back. It was the man and he still had his knife. He casme to kill me and my family. I tried to scream but nothing cane out. Not the slightest sound.
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