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The little smudged face looks down the hall of doors. Splintered entries adorned with shinny knobs, some with previous prints others without The footsteps are getting closer Which one! Which one! I don’t like the ones with prints They are dark and very bad But maybe monsters are behind the other ones Footsteps getting louder Scrapping across the floor Scratching the wood, The Wood! I didn’t scratch the wood, I promise No No! not in that room. I’ll be good I promise. Stop this! This is today not yesterday I must choose hurry! Steps vibrating the floorboards now So many doors, so many awful doors Flee! Run! Hide! That one over there blanketed in dust, no one could be in there Yes that is my choice My choice! Shhhhh! Open it slowly,  can’t be heard Its dark like the others CLOSE the door!   footsteps are real near Shhhh! What’s that sound Oh god no Its breathing! I am not alone No more footsteps!