She had one lived in this house, yet she no longer felt welcome. The tough atmosphere think around her throat, she beat away her tears. The house smelt like damp wood, and wet air filled the room. The room dark and inviting, smashed glass on the floor telling the story of what happened here. Crossing her arms, she griped herself tightly and the bitter breeze cut through her. Why did it have to happen that way? She was now alone and not only in the house, the darkness seemed friend,y other than a threat. A promise swung though Sarah's mind. She twirl led her thought around her mind, and began to cry unable to hold it in. She stepped in to the only light in the room, as the moon shown through the smashed window. She crutched and out her head in her hands. Sarah was helpless and alone. A flicker of a electricity box as the damp air reached its inside. Sarah looked up... In the corner of the room, where no light shown; a shadow of a man, crouched also against the wall...
Much love...
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