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One scary night as wolves howled at the full moon, there was this sound coming from the bushes. I peered through the window. I knocked on the window once. The Grim Reaper peered through the window, as if he had just been teleported. He was bloodthirsty. His sharp, shiny sickle had blood dripping from the sharpness as if he had just sliced something. He knocked on the door knocker three times, quietly. Then waited and knocked three times more. He opened the door loudly. I woke suddenly realising it was only a dream.

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