I was walking along side a brick building, when I happened to find a loose brick. I decided to tug at it, out fluttered a small piece of paper. I picked it up from the floor, it was a note. In small fine print the piece of paper read “help me, or slit”. My eyes widened as the thought of someone being endangered rushed to my head. I was confused, and it was getting late. I decided to keep the note, and I pushed the brick back into its place. Walking home, I stumbled on a stone. I felt an eerie feeling, I'd never been in this part of town before. It was 6:45 PM, on a cold winter's eve. The moon shine, glistening above me. “CRACK CRACK” went a loud sound. My head was throbbing, for I had been thinking about that note ever since I encountered it. Did someone need my help? I quietly whispered to myself. Finally I reached my house, the lights were still on, but there was not a single sound. This was strange because I have 3 sisters and 2 brothers.
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