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Intro. Rain lashes against the windows of your isolated home. Every gust of wind seems to whisper through the ancient eaves. Suddenly, a small, unsettling sound cuts through the storm's fury. Ding-dong. It echoes faintly, almost like a child's toy. You dismiss it as the wind, until it comes again, clearer this time, emanating from your front door. Ding-dong. A sense of unease creeps into your heart. As you approach the door, a child's voice, both sweet and chilling, whispers from the other side. Oh hello new playmate, want to play a game?

The Ding-Dong Killer

@Ava