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It was a well-known haunted house there was a rumor, a rumor of taunting, corrupt and disdain origins. They say that, within the narrow corridors of the blood stained walls, lurked a devilish demon. That demon was said to be responsible for countless murders and tormenting grief. The demon was recently blamed with a well-known grocer store clerk. But, only unless it could pull a trigger, would it make sense. Children would sometimes wander into that house, and only a shrilling cry would escape.
This day, one reckless little child would scurry into the mansion. One simple turn of the knob, a scary creak from the door, and the child was in. But there was the demon, standing with murderous intent. Its eyes of demonic descent and its snarling growl of death. The child stood, wavered in his desire to move and that was the final mistake. The demonic beast lunged forward at the forsakened boy. Only a blood-curdling cry was heard among the town, piercing every heart and soul alive.

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It was dark. An ominous feeling crepted over me. My owner was one of evil intentions. he wanted nothing more than to be realized by the public eye. I stayed motionless. The only time I moved was when he put an extra bounce in his step. I lay and waited, waiting for my chance to strike those that dared bother the one that held me. I would certainly make my point clear, to any single person; man, woman, or chold, that dared to cross my current owner. Still I waited, it seemed no one would mess with him, a man of terrifying proportions. It was about an hour after he left the old, run-down apartment, and there I longed for someone to just pull me out, and threaten with me.
Then it happened! A hand grasped around my solid handle, and light soon showered upon my tiny frame. I looked around to the best of my ability, and there stood a man that had a much more dominating form than my owner. This man had wronged my owner, befouled my abilities, and he was not at the edge of my blade, the blade of both both justice and hatred. My blade was not dull to any point, and now this man would get the full experience. Then my owner jabbed me forward, and there I was, deep within the other's chest, blood covering me, covering my owner, covering the ground. I was twisted, and slid even further into my enemy, blood was there, it oozed out and my owner let go of me. He fell to the ground clearly upset, and the man who I had been forced to hate, fell to the ground as well, dragged into the ominous abyss that was death.