Personal Narrative Fiction

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My knees knocking together, quivering in fear I couldn’t scream anymore. I squeezed my eyes open. Worried about what fears was lying ahead. Someone or something turned the corner and It came at me. I couldn't move paralyzed in fear for all I knew I was dead.Then in screamed in my face. Wait hold on if i'm going to tell the story i need to tell it from the beginning. I was walking with my friends as we eased the corner there was the house we forgot to turn down the road earlier i guess we need to go by it. I was always curious about this house A couple years ago there was a lot of murders here but nobody did anything because they couldn’t find the bodies. As we go in the smell was horrible. It smelled like somebody well died. We heard something

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