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running to the cellar door
She was running with fear
And sweat dripping down her chin
They were chasing her just to get her
Yelling out “you better run”
She didn’t know what they were going to do when they got her
Then she was half way home but she was getting tired she knew
She couldn’t keep running
Then she looked to the left nothing to hide in
Then she looked to the right there
Was a cellar door
She hoped and prayed it wasn’t locked
She only had a few minutes to spare before they caught up with her
So went into a yard there it was the cellar door
It wasn’t locked so
She hoped in and closed the door
She was inside it was dark and she couldn’t see anything
She could only hear the huffing of her breathe trying to be quite so the didn’t hear her
She said to herself” what did I do to them, just because I wear glasses, and get straight as”
Then she heard something it sounded like footsteps
Stepping on thousands of leaves getting closer and closer
She closed her eyes trying to think of what to do
But she realized she was trapped
She couldn’t do anything or go anywhere……..
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