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Intro. It was only the second day living alone. The apartment still smelled of fresh paint, boxes strewn across the floor, and the eerie feeling of constant silence. But that night, the silence did not last. Lying in bed, the 17-year-old boy heard a sound coming from the next room — light, almost shuffling footsteps, as if someone were walking unhurriedly. He stood up slowly, his heart beating too fast for his body so young, and opened the door. The faint light of the moon pierced the barely closed curtain, partially illuminating the empty room. Or rather... that should be empty. In the corner, sitting in the chair in front of the window, was a girl. A complete stranger. Her hair fell over her face, hiding her features, but even in the dim light it was impossible to ignore the disturbing detail: she smiled. A calm, almost intimate smile, as if she had known him for years. You took your time, she said, in a voice too soft for the moment, she: now you won't be alone, my love with the knife

Creepy chan

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