Death stalked toward us on padded feet.        And it was not alone.

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Death stalked toward us on padded feet. That was an ominous sign that something evil was coming. It reminded me of the caution tape that police put around crime scenes. I looked at that sign and felt a chill run through me. The next thing I knew, we were inside the house and I was running down the hall to see if my dad was all right.

Source: Corcitura

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