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I walked through the empty hallways of my dad's work or my home. We lived in a city and run a restaurant, not much. I loved helping out my father with his puppets."Father?" I called, my voice echoing back to me. A scream came from the end of the hallway, my heart started to beat like a dream as I ran to my father's room.
"Father! Open up!" I yelled, banging on the door.
"FATHER! FATHER!" I cried, tears running down my face. I run my hands through my hair, only to find a bobby pin. I grabbed it and knelled down to the lock. I picked open the locked, throw opened the door, to see a man wearing a purple suit with a knife in his hand. He looked at me, his purple eyes shined with a killer instinct. I backed away, my hands shaking wildly and then I ran. Past everything and outside, my dad was died and now I am alone. The streets were dark as the sun started to set and I tugged along the sidewalk, heading over to my best friend's house, Buster. I knocked quickly on the door and it swung open, standing in front of me was Buster.
"What are you doing here?" he asked. I looked at him and then pulled him inside. Buster stared at me, his eyes wide and worried.
"You are my best friend and something is wrong. I don't like it."
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