I whimpered as the murderer behind me kept wrapped around my mouth as he dragged me into the closet and closed the door. "If you don't shut up, we're both screwed." He whispered harshly before falling silent as the thing wearing my sister' skin stepped into the room, unfazed by the knife in its eye.
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