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Friday, October 16, 2009
[ my scare of the day ]

i went to the bathroom. someone tried to open my house door.
i quickly shut the bathroom door and locked it. i looked at the time.
it was 1.55pm. it couldn't have been johan because he was in school, about to do his paper.

i kept quiet and listened for about a minute, and then grabbed a tiny pair of scissors. i opened the bathroom window and looked to see if there were people around to hear me scream... there weren't. then i looked down to gauge how badly i'd hurt myself by jumping out if i needed to. it took me about 5 seconds to decide. if there was someone in my house, i would jump and risk breaking my legs.
i unlocked the bathroom door and opened it very slowly and as quietly as possible, scissors tight in hand.
nobody.

i ran from the bathroom to the kitchen to get a knife. i went to check the front door, holding the knife serial killer style. it was locked. then i went around the whole house checking under beds and behind doors.
nobody.

i sat on my bed for about 5 minutes after, knife on the pillow beside me.
nobody came for me. heh. imagine that.

♥ Jill 5:05 PM .: 6 comments :.


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when. 30th october
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