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The Return of the Murderman

Sarah’s long black hair touched the banister that she was leaning on, only staring at the shadows of the woods. Her eyes caught a flicker from the woods and she followed it to the edge, but as it got closer to the edge of the woods it began to disappear. A breeze picked up and she straightened to her full 5.10” height. She turned around and walked briskley to the door opening and closing it behind her. Walking up to a table where a man in a black suit sat typing something quickly on a computer. Leaning over him to see what he was typing she whispered, “He’s back!”

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