SABRINA When I was younger, I always hated horror movies. In my young, calculated brain, all I saw were people making all kinds of stupid decisions in the name of plot. It pisses me off, and I always knew how I could make better choices, run the other way, not engage. But here I am, taking small, cautious steps around my house, my hand gripping the biggest knife I own, my heart ready to jump out of my throat. I know that I locked my backdoor; there's no way that I would leave my door open in a fucking storm. My grip on the knife tightened, and I found it hard to breathe, and I didn't want to, unsure who could hear me. After all, someone is in my house. I tried to call the police, firefighters, anyone I thought could help me. But to my horror, my line wasn't going through, no matter how hard I tried. I didn't know if it was from the rain or if someone had cut off my line. I was stuck in my house with an intruder. I walk up to my bedroom, the last place I haven't chec
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