I heard a
knock knock at my door
Heard the
creaking of the floor
I rose and
neared it steadily
My heart beating dreadfully
The man had
come, had come for me
I saw the door but couldn’t see
With pupils
large and unseeing
I Forgot I should be fleeing
Slowly my
lips drew in breathe
As I stared, stared down death
Should I
run, jump out the window?
I debated...I was too slow
He shot the
door, he shot it down
I screamed, but I made no sound
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