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by Emmanuel Pineda Nov 9, 2012 category : Sadness, depression / about death
That was it. I didn't even have time to react. The sudden burst of electricity Didn't have the chance to fill The light bulb with its splender. Just a step into my bedroom door. The evidence of a shower still beading Off my chest. The memories of horror movies Never materialized in the dark. But something far more terrible... The sound wave of footsteps, Or breath, Failed to penetrate my ears... I never even heard the gun shot.