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When I was a little kid, unfortunately, my mom passed away from cancer and I started living with my stepfather. He was my stepfather because my real one had a divorce with my mom. I noticed quite a few weird things about my stepfather. He would often ask people if they have had a history of cancer in their family and he would always have tea parties with new people every day. Every night I would hear a shudder shriek of a person at exactly twelve o’clock, and the sound of a chainsaw being used.
My step dad would usually bake cookies and one time I ate one of them, “No Annie, don’t eat them, they’re not meant for you.” My step dad had shouted, and I had to spit it out but I felt sick, weak and dreadful. What did he mean? “They’re not meant for you.” As if it was meant for someone else. My step dad always gave me the scariest chills, he was big tall and creepy.
One night when I was having hard time sleeping, I came out of my room. I heard a scream coming from the basement. “What is going on?” I thought. I went down and saw something I dreaded the most. It was a dead body tied to a chair, blood everywhere and the body cut into pieces. Very soon, I heard the footsteps a big person. I rushed to the closet and hid in it. I was scared. I couldn’t see anything but I could hear faint sounds.
“Who is this person? Why is there a killer on the loose in my house and how did he get into my house?” So many questions I had but there was no answer. Then I heard somebody whispering my name. “Oh my sweet Annie, next is your turn. I am sure, I'm going to miss you when you're gone.
But why? Why did he want to murder me? Before I could figure it out, the sun went up. I tried to be brave and come out of the closet, but to my surprise, there was nobody around in the basement. I immediately ran upstairs to my room. My dad was in the kitchen preparing the same cookies for the breakfast. He asked me, “Annie would you like to join me for tea this afternoon?” I had to find out why he was doing this, so I agreed. “Sure dad!” I answered cheerfully. My step dad went to work and I sat on my bed wondering what to do. I rushed down to the basement again to find any clue but apparently, nothing was there except a chair and two closets, one locked and the other one that I hid in, so I went back up. I thought of a plan.
“Annie I’m home! Let’s have our tea party,” dad shouted as he entered the house in the afternoon. I thought, “This might be the last time I get to live.” I sat down and pretended to eat a cookie and falling straight on the ground. I heard him say, “Finally Annie’s also gone.” He brought me down to the basement.
What do you think will happen to Annie? Does she make it out alive? Please finish the story in the comments below.
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