Was it, Simpson’s soul touching my foot or was it a cold wind from the window? I grabbed my flashlight but it didn´t work. There was a loose connection so I looked for my cellphone, it worked. The light wasn´t so good so I crawled out of the room to reach the courtesy light on, I looked in the bed my father was gone, I screamed and ran out to the kitchen I grabbed the biggest knife in the draw.
What should I do now I’m alone in our house the clock is 02:30pm so it´s dark outside we live near a cleft, I took my bike I biked so fast I could through the forest so I could come home to Morgan I ran up to his window and hit the window Morgan woke, he opened the window so I could come in it was freezing cold it was winter.
We turned on the television and watched the news channel. But we heard an awful noise upstairs people was screaming we took the knife and ran upstairs there was blood all over, on floor on the walls and on the celling. Simpson´s soul had killed Morgan´s family. We were speechless we could hear somebody yelling Morgaaaaaan Morgaaaan where are you? we ran downstairs to his room we locked the door he found his shotgun in his closet.
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