Harrison Search There was a knock at the door. A cold shiver rattled through my spine and a gush of wind snuck into my damp room like Santa on Christmas Eve, except this time it was an unwelcoming presence. A blazing sound occurred from downstairs, whilst the door rattled and the deceitful window banged against the frame leaving me quivering under my quilt. My door slowly opened, a squeak echoed through my room leaving only a silhouette standing in the hallway. A figure now stood in the elderly doorframe, only making me dread what would happen next. I squint my eyes as a drop of salty water rushes down my face, only to figure out it was my mum. The truth really does hurt.
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