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A Story by Jami Beth

a "scary" story

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“What was that?” Leah sat bolt upright in bed.

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She looked slowly around the room and out the windows. There were no trees outside her windows; this was the city, after all. So what was making that noise?

“Whatever it is, it can only kill me.” That what was her Uncle Joe said when anything bad happened. Thinking of Uncle Joe made her feel braver. She slowly got out of bed.

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It was coming from her closet.

“It can only kill me,” she whispered to herself.

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She moved closer to the closet. One step, two steps, three.

“It can only kill me.”

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Four, five, six steps.

“It can only kill me. It can only kill me,” she whispered again, and, feeling reckless, she lept the last few steps and flung open the closet door.

She screamed.

Oh well.

It only killed her.