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The Dark Rain

It was raining. I was stuck baby-sitting Sam and Amy.Cute little twins. Both had short blond hair, and blue eyes. I just sent them to bed. After tucking them in, I went downstairs, and turned on the TV. Myth Busters was on, so I watched that.
Then the phone rang. It was my worst fear. That when I was baby-sitting, the phone would ring and it would be a killer on the other end, like in the movies. But I answered.
“Look outside,” the quiet, creepy on the other end said. My eyes widened, and I started to shake in fear. Slowly I turned to look out the kitchen window.
“Wrong window” he said. I shakily turned to looked out the living room window, and saw that the windows were dark. Not thinking, I went over to get a better look. I screamed when I realized what it was. The rain from before wasn’t rain. It was blood.
I ran upstairs, and flung the kids door open. They were gone. On the wall written in blood was,
Your next
I screamed. Then I heard a tapping on the window. Something huge was waiting for me, smiling.

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