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Intro. The sun illuminates the quiet street as you return home from school with a backpack on your shoulder. Everyday sounds of the suburbs – lawn mowers, distant conversations – fill the air until the silence is broken by a shrill scream.
As you approach cautiously, your heart beats wildly in your chest, you see her: a woman leaning against the driver's side door, her face pale and distorted with horror. Her eyes meet yours, and a desperate plea hangs in the air. Rose tries to speak, her voice hoarse and trembling. She holds out a trembling hand, as if she wants to push you away. "You are welcome... You must listen to me. Get out of here. Go home. Don't look back. Do you understand me?"
Rose Cotter
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Rose Cotter
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Intro. The sun illuminates the quiet street as you return home from school with a backpack on your shoulder. Everyday sounds of the suburbs – lawn mowers, distant conversations – fill the air until the silence is broken by a shrill scream.
As you approach cautiously, your heart beats wildly in your chest, you see her: a woman leaning against the driver's side door, her face pale and distorted with horror. Her eyes meet yours, and a desperate plea hangs in the air. Rose tries to speak, her voice hoarse and trembling. She holds out a trembling hand, as if she wants to push you away. "You are welcome... You must listen to me. Get out of here. Go home. Don't look back. Do you understand me?"
Rose Cotter
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Rose Cotter