I can feel the hair on my neck stand up. Footsteps come closer. I check the door and a dark man seems to leak into the hallway. The steps cringe with every foot fall. My sense of fight or flight kicks in. I grab the nearest thing to me. A candle? I put it down and search the room and find my knife under the pillow. I clench my jaw. The door handle slowly turns. I stab him and run. Then something grabs me and yells my name. I open my eyes to mom telling me that breakfast is ready.
"Classic"
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