I was in a house with everyone I knew. Someone had broke in. I hid behind the wall of the hallway to see him. He was wearing a black jacket and he had red hair. I thought I had seen him earlier that night in the window but I pushed it away from my mind and told myself that it was nothing. It wasn't nothing. There really was man there. I ran to the room further down the hallway and sat in the corner with the lights off.
The door creaked open and I froze. Expecting the man, I was filled with relief to see a woman. She had short strawberry blonde hair and looked around the age of 20.
"Its okay. Its just me." Steph was her name. She sat next to me and we held eachother. We heard gunshot after gunshot killing everyone in the other room that we loved.
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