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On a Winters Night

It was a wintering night among the hills of Boulder Creek. The fireplaces were lit, the dinner tables were left empty. Cars laid scattered around the road.

“Hello.” A young girls voice shouted down the road. “HELLO.” As she shouted louder the second time.

The small community up in the hills of Boulder Creek was left empty on Christmas Eve, leaving a young girl scared and alone inside her home waiting for her mother to come home.

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