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I squint my eyes at the clock seeing it's 8:36 a.m. I scrunch my face from my place on the floor and shoo at the clock once with my hand. As I'm laying back down there's a big pang against the wall. I shoot back up and look at the wall. The clock is smashed on the floor and the wall now has a dent. What the heck just happened? I got out from under my blankets slowly edging my way towards the clock. It's smashed alright. Smashed like the hulk destroyed it himself. I always feel out of place in this house. And this is probably why. Jannat's house had to be haunted. What other explanation does this have? That's right. None. I slowly started backing up, my hands in surrender in front of me, "It's okay ghostie, I'm not gonna hurt you. I'm jus--" I was cut off by the broken alarm clock. No, it didn't start to go off again, it did something creepier. It started to float. Mid-air. No joke about it. Point, blank, period. No strings attached. This only scared me even more. I dropped my hands and widened my eyes at the demon clock as it fell back to the ground and raced towards my duffel bag, shuffling with a Parkinson's Disease looking hand putting all my belongings back in there.
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