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No Trespassing _ Creepypasta · History Dark

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Speaker 1: let's begin tonight's story. I hammered the nail through the
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Speaker 1: aluminium sign and into the wooden fence. I then took
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Speaker 1: a step back and briefly admired my work. Hope this
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Speaker 1: keeps those damn kids away, I thought to myself as
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Speaker 1: I turned towards the short dirt road that led back
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Speaker 1: to my house. As I wearily trudged along the path,
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Speaker 1: I raised my head towards the sky. The stars were
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Speaker 1: beginning to twinkle as the last few rays of sunlight
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Speaker 1: shone over the horizon. The moon was high in the
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Speaker 1: sky and nearly full. It was a beautiful night. I
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Speaker 1: stepped onto my front porch and quickly wiped my shoes
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Speaker 1: on the doormat before heading inside. It had been an
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Speaker 1: exhausting week. Work was becoming more demanding than ever and
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Speaker 1: kids constantly harassing me at night was preventing me from
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Speaker 1: sleeping well. Though, I guess I can't really blame them.
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Speaker 1: It was the kind of mischief that I loved to
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Speaker 1: get into as a teenager. Lurking around haunted houses, making
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Speaker 1: dares with my friends. They were just having some fun.
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Speaker 1: You see, my house is haunted. At least, that's the
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Speaker 1: rumour going around the local high schools. I moved in
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Speaker 1: around three months ago, I'd been looking for a reasonably
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Speaker 1: priced house for quite some time. My old apartment was
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Speaker 1: cramped and run down, and the landlord was a complete jerk.
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Speaker 1: After I got a significant promotion at work, I figured
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Speaker 1: it was time to take out a mortgage and settle
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Speaker 1: down in a real home. I browsed online ads for months,
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Speaker 1: searching for a place I could afford. Most upscale houses
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Speaker 1: in the suburbs were too expensive. Besides, Those kind of
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Speaker 1: houses are for families. Swimming pools, basketball hoops, block parties.
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Speaker 1: That stuff wasn't for me. I'm a reserved person. Then,
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Speaker 1: by chance, I saw an ad for this house. It
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Speaker 1: was old, but in good condition and extremely spacious. Sitting
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Speaker 1: on the outskirts of the city, in a quiet, sparsely
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Speaker 1: populated neighbourhood, it was the perfect house for me. The
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Speaker 1: best part was the price. It was easily going for
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Speaker 1: less than half of what it was worth. As soon
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Speaker 1: as I saw the ad, I immediately called the real
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Speaker 1: estate agent and expressed my interest in buying. As it
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Speaker 1: turns out, I was the only person who'd called about
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Speaker 1: the house. I found this unbelievable. A large, nice house,
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Speaker 1: selling at such a ridiculously low price. How could there
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Speaker 1: be no potential buyers other than myself? The real estate
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Speaker 1: agent explained that the house was supposedly haunted. For many years,
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Speaker 1: this house was unoccupied. Then, about four years ago, an
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Speaker 1: elderly couple moved in. All was fine for a while,
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Speaker 1: until a year ago the couple vanished, never to be
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Speaker 1: seen again. A short police investigation was mounted, but because
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Speaker 1: the couple was so quiet and reserved, and had few acquaintances,
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Speaker 1: there was very little for the police to work with.
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Speaker 1: After the investigation came up cold for about a month,
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Speaker 1: it was called off, and the house was put up
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Speaker 1: for sale. In fact, the real estate agent explained, the
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Speaker 1: entire neighbourhood was known for being a somewhat creepy, uncomfortable area.
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Speaker 1: Not many people were willing to live there, None of
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Speaker 1: this information deterred me. I don't believe in ghosts or
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Speaker 1: haunted houses. I believe in getting the best price possible
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Speaker 1: for what I pay for, and I couldn't pass up
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Speaker 1: a deal like this. After just the first week of
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Speaker 1: occupancy in my new home, I discovered the downsides of
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Speaker 1: living in a supposedly haunted house. Of course, there were
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Speaker 1: many rumours floating around about what happened to the old
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Speaker 1: owner's Some said they were Russian spies called back to
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Speaker 1: the motherland after many years of service. Others said they
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Speaker 1: were devil worshippers. The rumours had gotten more and more
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Speaker 1: ridiculous as time went by. But the rumour that seemed
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Speaker 1: most popular with the young folk was that the house
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Speaker 1: was haunted and that the elderly couple had been killed
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Speaker 1: by vengeful spirits of the dead. After all, who doesn't
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Speaker 1: love a good haunted house story? and thus began the
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Speaker 1: incessant harassment at the hands of teenagers. Several times a
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Speaker 1: week I'd see them hanging around my house, snapping photos,
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Speaker 1: daring each other to hop the fence onto my property.
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Speaker 1: They'd undoubtedly been doing this since before I moved in,
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Speaker 1: but now that the house was occupied, they were more
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Speaker 1: wary of trespassing, even if they were being more careful
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Speaker 1: about it. Kids hopping my fence, running about my front
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Speaker 1: lawn and banging on my door starts to become a
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Speaker 1: regular occurrence. One time, a kid actually entered my house.
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Speaker 1: I'd just gone to sleep in my bedroom on the
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Speaker 1: second floor when I heard him. I must have forgotten
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Speaker 1: to lock the front door that night. He came in
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Speaker 1: quite loudly, not even trying to be inconspicuous. He ran
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Speaker 1: straight through the first floor and crashed out the back door,
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Speaker 1: laughing as he did so. No doubt his friends had
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Speaker 1: dared him to spread through the haunted house. As I
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Speaker 1: watched him run away through my window, I yelled that
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Speaker 1: I'd call the cops if they did it again. My
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Speaker 1: outburst only seemed to make him laugh harder. The worst incident, however,
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Speaker 1: was when they harassed my gardener. He was an older gentleman,
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Speaker 1: at least sixty years of age, and his back was
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Speaker 1: very bent, no doubt from years of gardening work. He
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Speaker 1: lived in a small house about a hundred yards from mine.
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Speaker 1: He was the gardener for most of the neighbourhood, and
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Speaker 1: although I didn't really need anyone to garden my house,
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Speaker 1: I kept him on anyway. I could tell he needed
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Speaker 1: the business. The stupid kids had gone and thrown a
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Speaker 1: smoke bomb through his window at night. I could hear
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Speaker 1: him coughing and hacking from my house. I raced over
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Speaker 1: and flung the door open. I went in and helped
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Speaker 1: him outside onto his porch. where he continued to cough
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Speaker 1: for another half hour. I wanted to call an ambulance
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Speaker 1: for him, but he insisted he was okay. That was
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Speaker 1: the last straw. The next day, I purchased a no
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Speaker 1: trespassing sign on my way home from work and nailed
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Speaker 1: it to my front yard fence. Before putting the sign up,
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Speaker 1: I scrawled on it in black marker. If I see
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Speaker 1: any of you again, I will call the cops. Fortunately,
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Speaker 1: the sign was effective. At first, they didn't go away entirely,
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Speaker 1: although there were no more incidents of intruders in my
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Speaker 1: house or harassment of my gardener. I couldn't tell if
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Speaker 1: it was my threat of calling the police, the sign itself,
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Speaker 1: or both that kept them away, but I was glad
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Speaker 1: that the level of harassment seemed to be diminishing. Eventually,
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Speaker 1: I stopped seeing them altogether Perhaps hanging around a haunted
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Speaker 1: house had lost its appeal when faced with possible incarceration.
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Speaker 1: Over the next few months, my life was completely normal.
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Speaker 1: I was able to sleep so much better thanks to
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Speaker 1: not having to deal with annoying teenagers. My performance at
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Speaker 1: work improved because I was better rested. Soon, however, strange
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Speaker 1: incidents began occurring. One night, I was sitting on my
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Speaker 1: living room couch, watching TV, when the lamp next to
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Speaker 1: the TV fell over. I suppose fell over is too
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Speaker 1: light a phrase to describe this incident. It had actually
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Speaker 1: been smashed against the wall behind my TV set. The
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Speaker 1: lamp was short and had a large base. I saw
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Speaker 1: no way in which it could somehow lose balance. It
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Speaker 1: had struck the wall with such force that a piece
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Speaker 1: of the plaster had been chipped off. leaving a dent
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Speaker 1: in the wall. The bulb had shattered into many pieces
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Speaker 1: which were now laying on the ground. Needless to say,
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Speaker 1: I was extremely startled. I didn't know how to react.
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Speaker 1: I just sat there for several moments, staring at the
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Speaker 1: shattered lamp on the ground. Eventually, I got up and
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Speaker 1: grabbed my dustpan, sweeping the bits of glass up and
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Speaker 1: into the garbage. For a while, I examined the table
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Speaker 1: that the lamp had been resting on. It wasn't slanted
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Speaker 1: in any way. There were no irregularities in its surface
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Speaker 1: that could have caused the lamp to fall. I couldn't
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Speaker 1: understand what had happened. Eventually, I decided to forget all
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Speaker 1: about it. It wasn't worth worrying about. It was a
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Speaker 1: very strange incident with no explanation, but not something I
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Speaker 1: should concern myself with. Except these incidents didn't cease. None
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Speaker 1: of them were as startling or shocking as the lamp breaking,
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Speaker 1: but they were subtler and more disturbing. When I set
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Speaker 1: a book down on a table and left the room,
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Speaker 1: it would be open to a different page when I
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Speaker 1: came back. When I watched TV, the channel would occasionally
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Speaker 1: change for no apparent reason. Small incidents such as these
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Speaker 1: continued for weeks, and they began to make me nervous
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Speaker 1: and I started to become paranoid. I began to feel
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Speaker 1: as if someone, something, was messing with me. Trying to
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Speaker 1: piss me off. Trying to grab my attention. When I
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Speaker 1: moved into this house, I didn't believe in the paranormal.
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Speaker 1: But now, I wasn't so sure. The incidents started to
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Speaker 1: become more and more frequent, and I was slowly losing
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Speaker 1: my mind. Living in this house was driving me insane.
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Speaker 1: And then, I saw one of them. I was brushing
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Speaker 1: my teeth in the bathroom, facing the mirror when I
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Speaker 1: saw it. Not a person, just a silhouette. Something like
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Speaker 1: a shadow fleeing across the wall behind me. I quickly
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Speaker 1: turned around, but it was gone. Over the next few days,
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Speaker 1: these strange shadows began appearing everywhere in the house. moving
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Speaker 1: across walls, grabbing my attention for a brief moment before disappearing.
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Speaker 1: They always seemed to take on a human shape. I
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Speaker 1: started to become a nervous wreck. I hardly slept, my
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Speaker 1: performance at work suffered, I couldn't concentrate on anything. I
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Speaker 1: began to honestly believe that my house was haunted, that
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Speaker 1: the previous owners of this home had indeed been attacked
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Speaker 1: by vengeful spirits. For weeks I continued to stay in
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Speaker 1: this house, not knowing what else to do. I dreaded
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Speaker 1: coming home from work each day, for fear of spending
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Speaker 1: another maddening night alone with those damned shadows. Finally, I
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Speaker 1: broke down. I was in my living room, watching TV
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Speaker 1: just as I had been when the very first incident occurred.
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Speaker 1: I was attempting to distract my mind from the hell
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Speaker 1: I was living in when I saw it. Another shadow.
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Speaker 1: It quickly moved across the wall behind my TV set.
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Speaker 1: Except this one didn't leave after a fraction of a second.
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Speaker 1: This one stopped in the middle of the wall and
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Speaker 1: stayed there, motionless. It was the silhouette of a man, standing. Yet,
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Speaker 1: there was no man casting the shadow. I couldn't handle it.
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Speaker 1: I rolled off the couch and curled into a ball, sobbing.
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Speaker 1: I closed my eyes and prayed that this was all
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Speaker 1: a nightmare. That when I opened my eyes, the shadow
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Speaker 1: would be gone. For how long I stayed like that,
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Speaker 1: I don't know. Maybe an hour, maybe two. I eventually
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Speaker 1: did open my eyes again. I looked up to the wall,
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Speaker 1: only to see the shadow still there, in the exact
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Speaker 1: same position as before. This time, however, I noticed its
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Speaker 1: arm was slightly extended. Its finger was pointing at something.
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Speaker 1: I followed the line from its finger to a dent
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Speaker 1: in the wall. The dent that was caused by a
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Speaker 1: lamp crashing into it. For some reason, I was no
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Speaker 1: longer afraid of the shadow on the wall. I now
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Speaker 1: felt it was simply trying to tell me something. To
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Speaker 1: communicate with me. I scrambled over to the wall and
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Speaker 1: closely examined the dent. There was nothing remarkable about it.
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Speaker 1: A piece of the plaster had been chipped away, nothing more.
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Speaker 1: What was so important about this dent, about this wall?
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Speaker 1: I lifted the television off of the table it was
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Speaker 1: on and set it on the floor. I then moved
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Speaker 1: the table away from the wall and got down on
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Speaker 1: my hands and knees. I examined every part of the wall,
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Speaker 1: closely searching for any strange features, for anything that could
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Speaker 1: help explain why there was a ghost on my wall.
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Speaker 1: After a few minutes, I gave up. I could find
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Speaker 1: nothing special, nothing noteworthy about this wall. It was just
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Speaker 1: an ordinary wall. I was about to stand up when
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Speaker 1: I noticed something. A faint line. A very faint line
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Speaker 1: on the edge of the wall I crawled over to it.
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Speaker 1: The edge of the wall was just slightly dirtier. It
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Speaker 1: had a slightly darker hue to it than the rest
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Speaker 1: of the wall. There was a distinct line where this
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Speaker 1: difference occurred. I followed the line around the entire wall
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Speaker 1: and it encompassed the whole thing. At some point in
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Speaker 1: the past, someone had re-plastered the wall. Delirious from lack
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Speaker 1: of sleep and partially insane I did the only thing
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Speaker 1: I could think of at that moment. I ran to
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Speaker 1: my garage, opened my tool drawer and grabbed a large
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Speaker 1: hammer and a flashlight. I had to find out what
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Speaker 1: was behind that wall. I swung the hammer with as
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Speaker 1: much force as I could manage and felt a satisfying
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Speaker 1: crunch as it punched a hole into the plaster. I
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Speaker 1: immediately dislodged the hammer and swung again. I beat the
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Speaker 1: wall over and over, punching dozens of holes into it.
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Speaker 1: I worked away at its centre, slowly creating a large abscess.
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Speaker 1: One time as I brought back the hammer, I realised
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Speaker 1: there was a small piece of black plastic attached to it. Suddenly,
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Speaker 1: a foul smell hit my nostrils. I grabbed my flashlight
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Speaker 1: and shone it into the sizeable hole I'd created in
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Speaker 1: the wall. I immediately saw that there was a large
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Speaker 1: amount of black plastic behind the plaster. Setting my hammer down,
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Speaker 1: I grabbed a handful of the plastic and pulled. It
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Speaker 1: tore off in my hand, leaving a strange, disgusting sludge
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Speaker 1: on my arms. The foul smell grew worse. Suddenly, the
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Speaker 1: plastic in the wall briefly moved, and a dark object
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Speaker 1: fell out of the tear that I'd created in the plastic.
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Speaker 1: I bent down and picked it up. It was covered
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Speaker 1: in the black sludge and smelled absolutely disgusting. I wiped
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Speaker 1: it off to reveal a white surface. As soon as
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Speaker 1: I realised what it was, I flung it as far
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Speaker 1: across the room as I could. It was a bone.
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Speaker 1: A human bone. A terrible realisation dawned on me. I'd
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Speaker 1: found the previous owners of this house, They were here
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Speaker 1: the whole time. They were with me as I watched TV,
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Speaker 1: as I ate, as I slept. They'd never left. I
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Speaker 1: stood there, too stunned to move. I was in shock.
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Speaker 1: My mind didn't know how to process this information. Eventually,
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Speaker 1: I managed to move over to the sink to wash
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Speaker 1: my hands off of the decomposing material. As I finished
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Speaker 1: washing myself, My senses suddenly came back to me. I
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Speaker 1: had to call the police. A murder had taken place
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Speaker 1: in this house. Whoever did it was, in all likelihood,
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Speaker 1: still out there. I rushed to the kitchen and grabbed
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Speaker 1: my phone. I picked it up and began to furiously
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Speaker 1: punch the keypad. 9-1-1. As I moved my thumb over
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Speaker 1: the call button, I suddenly stopped. For a moment, I
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Speaker 1: didn't move. Then, my hand slowly slackened and released my
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Speaker 1: hold on the phone. It crashed into the ground, shattering
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Speaker 1: the screen. I was staring at my kitchen wall. At
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Speaker 1: the very edge of the wall was a faint line.
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Speaker 1: A faint line that separated old plaster from new. the
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Speaker 1: same kind of line that was on the wall behind
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Speaker 1: the TV. In a state of hysteria, I sprinted out
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Speaker 1: of the kitchen. I ran around my house, sobbing loudly.
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Speaker 1: I examined every wall in the house, and every single
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Speaker 1: wall had been replastered. Panicking, I ran back into the
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Speaker 1: living room and grabbed my hammer. Expending all the energy
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Speaker 1: I had, I hammered away. I hammered at the walls
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Speaker 1: for hours. Each time I came to a new wall,
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Speaker 1: I prayed I would find nothing behind it. Yet, each
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Speaker 1: time I struck the hammer into I found the same black,
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Speaker 1: sludge-filled plastic that I'd found behind my television set. My
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Speaker 1: house was a graveyard. Dozens of bodies, rotting corpses, all
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Speaker 1: neatly wrapped in plastic and packed into the walls. All
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Speaker 1: in various states of decay. My mind finally snapped. I
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Speaker 1: screamed at the top of my lungs. I screamed for
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Speaker 1: hours until my vocal cords couldn't make a sound. Eventually,
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Speaker 1: I collapsed onto my couch and laid there, sobbing. After
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Speaker 1: some time, as I laid weeping on my couch, I
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Speaker 1: heard a noise. A very faint creaking sound, as of
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Speaker 1: a door being slowly opened. I wiped my eyes and
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Speaker 1: raised my head. In my front doorway, stood the gardener.
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Speaker 1: He had a smug smile on his face, as though
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Speaker 1: he'd just finished telling a hilarious joke to a laughing crowd.
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Speaker 1: He stepped into my house and closed the front door,
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Speaker 1: locking it behind him. Oh my, look at this mess
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Speaker 1: you've made. It takes me hours to plaster each wall.
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Speaker 1: Why did you have to go and tear them all down?
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Speaker 1: In his hands he carried a tool bag, from where
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Speaker 1: I was on the couch. I could see it contained
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Speaker 1: several bottles of fresh wall plaster, a metal plaster spreader,
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Speaker 1: rolls of black plastic, and a large knife. He set
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Speaker 1: the bag on the floor, bent down, and withdrew the knife.
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Speaker 1: He straightened his back, and for the first time, I
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Speaker 1: could see just how tall he was. Despite his apparent
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Speaker 1: old age, his muscles were large, and well-toned from years
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Speaker 1: of manual labour. I'm a very careful man. For forty
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Speaker 1: years I haven't been caught. He nodded towards the original
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Speaker 1: wall that I'd hammered apart. Black liquid was oozing out
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Speaker 1: of the hole in its centre. Before those two came
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Speaker 1: to live here, I thought I'd accounted for everything, that
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Speaker 1: I'd left no trace of any of my crimes. But...
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Speaker 1: I never considered the possibility that my victims themselves might
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Speaker 1: try to speak. That they might alert others of my activities.
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Speaker 1: You see, those two old fools saw them as well.
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Speaker 1: The fleeting shadows on the wall. My victims attempting to
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Speaker 1: be found. So of course, they had to go. Besides,
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Speaker 1: with them occupying the house... I couldn't partake in my
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Speaker 1: favourite hobby. He turned his head to me and giggled.
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Speaker 1: I looked into his eyes and saw nothing. No humanity.
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Speaker 1: No empathy. No compassion. Nothing but a deranged hunger for killing.
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Speaker 1: I must thank you, my friend. If it weren't for
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Speaker 1: that sign you posted out front, I wouldn't be here tonight.
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Speaker 1: If you hadn't posted that warning, this house would undoubtedly
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Speaker 1: be swarming with curious teenagers, wondering what all the screaming
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Speaker 1: is about. But, thanks to you, no one's around. No
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Speaker 1: one's here to hear you scream. No one can help you.
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Speaker 1: He stepped closer to me, holding the long, sharp knife.
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Speaker 1: He expertly twirled the knife in his fingers, no doubt
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Speaker 1: something he'd practiced a thousand times before. I have one
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Speaker 1: last question for you. Where would you like to go?
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Speaker 1: I believe there's still room in the upstairs bathroom and
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Speaker 1: bedroom walls. Your choice. I said nothing. I was incapable
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Speaker 1: of speaking. He shrugged. Guess I'll have to choose for you.
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Speaker 1: I'll be up all night replastering these walls anyway. Makes
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Speaker 1: no difference to me. At least I'll have my shadow
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Speaker 1: friends to keep me company. Maybe I'll even see you
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Speaker 1: taking a stroll across a wall. My eyes darted to
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Speaker 1: the front window. Streetlights illuminated the road. I was desperately
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Speaker 1: searching for someone, anyone who could help me. The gardener laughed.
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Speaker 1: There's nobody out there, my friend. Your sign scared them
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Speaker 1: all away. He bent down and brought the knife to
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Speaker 1: my neck. My gaze stayed locked on the window. The
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Speaker 1: last thing my eyes focused on was a thin piece
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Speaker 1: of metal nailed to the fence. In that moment, I
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Speaker 1: realised the instrument of my death wasn't a knife, but
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Speaker 1: a sign. an aluminium metal sign that I'd purchased for
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Speaker 1: $ 15 to keep annoying kids off my property. On that
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Speaker 1: sign were the two words that had sealed my fate,
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Speaker 1: that had orchestrated my doom, that had brought the knife
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Speaker 1: to my throat. No trespassing. Thank you for listening to
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