Behind You
You are in the house
It is abandoned
In the middle of nowhere
You are all alone
With a battery flashlight
You walk into the living room
Blood all over the couch
You suspect someone died here
You press on with this exploration
You walk into a kitchen
Knives arranged in a circle
Standing upwards
Right beside you
4 knives hung
Swinging like wind chimes
You are stumped now
You go upstairs into the bedroom
It is clean
No blood
No knives
Nothing out of the ordinary
Looks like a normal bedroom
THE FLASHLIGHT TURNED OFF
“I’m right Behind You…”
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