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As I stood on the sidewalk, I couldn’t decide if I should call the police or check out the shed by myself. I knew the man had come this way, but where could he have gone? Was he really hiding inside the shed or was he just waiting for me? Before I could make a decision, I heard the scream and knew what I had to do. I pulled out my pepper spray and let out a scream of my own as I headed toward the shed. I wasn’t expecting there to be more than one person waiting to pounce.
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One response to “The Shed”
I guess the pepper spray wasn’t much help 😦