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It was an ordinary house, so I had no fear when they said come in.
A suburban house with a red door, like many others in the area.
I saw no one, but I knew they were there, somewhere. 
Hey! I yelled. Silence answered me. So I sat on the couch.
I was arrested a few seconds later when police came.
They asked me about the bodies. What bodies?
They asked me about the stabbings. What stabbings?
They asked me about the mutilations. 
I was so stunned, I had no words.
I was put into a straightjacket and moved to a mental ward.
This was the craziest place ever. No one was sane here.
If I got out of here alive it would be wonderful.
I never did know what happened at that house
Because my personalities do not talk to each other.
It is sad that my DNA was all over the victims though.
Under their fingernails, and bits of my hair were there.
Pulled out by the roots. It is strange to live in one body
As several different people.
What was that? No. You shut up!

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