I shall tell you a story.
My story starts with Sheila. She used to forget her glasses. It was poor that she couldn't see me.
Then there was Mark. He had long hair. It was poor that his hair hindered him to see.
Then there was Tracy. She didn't use to check under of her bed. Poor Tracy...
And you. You didn't do anything wrong. You just too focused to realize that i was behind of you.
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Short StoryIf you want to get scared, this book is definitely for you! Add your library and start reading right now! :) P.S.: Most of them are quotation.