That door that was ahead, with carved signs covered in blood. The door had no handle no way to open it. But, there is a voice ahead. Why couldn't it be just a fair day of school. Without thinking I kicked the door and laid a girl laying there.
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The girl looked up and said "Thank you I've been stuck here for a couple of years locked up". But, the question was why was there a room in the school closet and how can she be alive for so long. The young girl looked liked she was seven.
"Where is your parents?" I asked. She shooked her head and said "My parents are dead."
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