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- But in the end, they gave in and decided to chat for a bit. I tried to answer their ongoing questions as best I could. All the while I persistently heard a low thumping sound and began to feel the room progressively grow colder.. I decided it was just going on in my head and didn't speak up about it, instead asking the policemen if they would like some tea. To which they both agreed.
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- Standing in front of the steaming pot of tea, I began to hear the thumping sound die down into sluggish beats. Looking around I didn't notice anything that could've made the oddly familiar sound. Turning back to the pot, I noticed something that made my blood run cold. Behind my reflection was the reflection of the old man grinning wickedly. His bright blue eyes looking deep into my soul making me recall the night I killed him. I checked the pot again, But all that looked back at me was a reflection of my own.
- Then suddenly a sheet wrapped around my head and I was forced down to the ground. Through a small opening in the bedsheet, all I could see was bright blue eyes staring at me, while I was slowly dragged down into the floorboards. Taking my last few breaths, all I could see looking down at me were bright blue eyes.
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- Deciding it was all in my head, I poured some cups of tea and carried them up the stairs. Opening the door to the bedroom I was met with a large gust of cold wind.
- The End :)
- There lay the policemen, their heads wrapped in bedsheets. The tray and cups fell to the floor with a crash. The tea slowly seeping between the floorboards, as the beating thumping sound from before returned but with much more volume than before. One of the floorboards slowly began to creep off. Out reached a wrinkly hand, followed by an arm. Slowly the old man crawled out of the floorboards, bedsheets still wrapped around his head. Except for an opening where only his bright blue eyes could be seen. I tried to turn around to run out of the room. Spinning around to face the old man, I attempted to defend myself only to find that he had disappeared.
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