Their laughter was like the stridulation of the ghosts of grasshoppers.
They__e close. Voices loud and fierce, Slapping faces with words. A scream _ A cry _ They__e getting closer.Did I lock the door? It__ too late to check. They__e coming. I barely move, barely breathe. Perhaps they__l go away. But they__e getting closer.The door slams against the wall. My eyes squeeze shut. This curtain is not a shield. They__e here. They__e come for me. I freeze.Metal rings clank together. My barrier is cast aside. Wearily, I look. Reddened eyes glower at one another _ But not at me. I wonder.A moment of silence _ Water streams down my face. Steam rolls around my flesh. I glare at the intruders And slide the curtain between us. I wait.He shrieks, __he took my glow stick!_ She howls, __o, I didn__!_ I scowl. __o tell your father about it.__hey leave. I inhale the lavender mist. Slather bubbles over my skin. Five more minutes _ And, next time, I shall lock the door.
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They__e close. Voices loud and fierce, Slapping faces with words. A scream _ A cry _ They__e getting closer.Did I lock the door? It__ too late to check. They__e coming. I barely move, barely breathe. Perhaps they__l go away. But they__e getting closer.The door slams against the wall. My eyes squeeze shut. This curtain is not a shield. They__e here. They__e come for me. I freeze.Metal rings clank together. My barrier is cast aside. Wearily, I look. Reddened eyes glower at one another _ But not at me. I wonder.A moment of silence _ Water streams down my face. Steam rolls around my flesh. I glare at the intruders And slide the curtain between us. I wait.He shrieks, __he took my glow stick!_ She howls, __o, I didn__!_ I scowl. __o tell your father about it.__hey leave. I inhale the lavender mist. Slather bubbles over my skin. Five more minutes _ And, next time, I shall lock the door.
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