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This Is Not My Home
I open my eyes. I look around in the dark room that I’m not familiar with. I
get off my bed, but it’s not my bed. I’ve never slept here before. Where am I?
I look at the window with metal bars in front of it preventing me to open it.
“Hello?” I say as I walk out the room. “Oh sweetie! How did you sleep?” This lady
I’ve never seen before says with a smile that made her look insane, almost as if she
is being forced to smile. “I slept fine. Where am I?” Still with a big smile across
her face, “You’re home of course!” I looked at her cautiously as I walked towards
the restroom. She continued to stare at me with that devilish smile, it was unreal.
She shouts, “Why are you staring at your mother like that?”
I close the door and turn on the sink water to wash my face. I look up to the
mirror. “This is a dream. This is a dream!” I slap my face twice, still don’t wake
up. “That’s not my mother. What the hell is happening?” I think to myself, I have
to get out of here. My best hope is to run through the main door. I look at myself
one more time, I take a deep breathe. I open the door and sprint my way towards
the exit of this freak house. I find the door and open it and to my surprise, a man is
in front of it with eyes of a maniac. Shocked, I fell to the floor. “Hello son! What
are you doing?” The way he talked made him sound like he came out from a
cartoon show, low yet confident voice. I get up and walk backwards slowly. “How

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