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You hear footsteps, It comes closer to you, closer, and closer. You looked behind, and saw nobody but a somewhat dark grey shade of a figure in the distance. You ran to your doorstep, just a second behind before you felt a slight, unknown Person behind you and is holding your backpack. You recently got home from school. You didnt want to look behind, you always got bullied. You thought it was a bully, until a cold, mishearted voice came around you. "Hey there. What are you doing..?"