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The Deadly Game
It was a cold night, even though I was wrapped up in an Adidas jacket as I walked down the alleyway towards Esher Crescent. The cold sent shivers down my back and made me think about what I was going to do. I saw the house - a rich, newly built detached house at the side of the street. The Sgin on the door plainy read: The Nook. I walked towards it, hiding in the shadows, out of the way of seemingly dim glow of the orange streetlamps. Then I stopped dead as I heard the crunching of gravel underneath a pair of sneakers. Was somebody else out for revenge in cold blood to? Even though I couldn't see anyone I waited for about ten minutes until I deemed it safe to continue. Finding no way past the streetlamps to cross the road I ran as fast and silently as I could - my sneakers not making a noise on the squeaky clean tarmac road. But as I did cross I got the prickling feeling that somebody was watching me. Once I made it back to the shadows I crept round to the back of the bushes to take another look but still nobody was in sight. As I turned back around I saw light coming through the window and the humble crackling of a record player. The family car was to be my cover up to the front door - a sheer black Subaru Impreza with new 03 plates on it. Just as I had rounded the right hand headlight I saw smeone, dressed completley in black jump forward - that was the last thing I saw before I woke up a week later in an extremley bright room wearing a pair of shorts.
What do you think? Becoming a masterpiece or a shambles?
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