There was a pulled trigger behind every bullet

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Anderson I unlocked my door and threw myself on the bed. I let out a sigh of relief, the day was pretty rough but I overcame it as usual. That was how it was going to be till I die anyway. I stood up and walk to my bathroom while taking off my boots, I walk past the mirror but something caught my attention, I took some steps backward. Death is knocking on your door, think twice before opening. Those words were boldly written on my mirror with blood or was it red paint? I grabbed my phone and took a picture, before wiping the horrible thing off my beautiful mirror. I turn the tap on, waiting for the water to full, I pour some amount of liquid soap, my sponge slipped from my grasp and dropped in the water, I almost reached for it but stopped dead when I saw the sponge melt and dis

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