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I run across the house feet pattering as I do so. The dull yellow lights flicker ever so slightly with the patter of my feet on the cold tile floor. I look out the window at the dark night sky and the looming trees, compared to the terror behind me it was nothing. I feel myself run without being able to control it, my body had a mind of it's own in that moment. My head hurt but I couldn't give up I must reach the door I thought. I have to get out. Then, everything went pitch black.