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A Fitting End
I awoke with the sound of music blaring from the stereo downstairs. The fear that strikes you when something is wrong surged through my body. No one was here. I lived in the middle of nowhere. I gathered my faculties, grabbed my handgun, and ran down the stairs. In front of me stood a man in a dark cloak, the image only the shadow being cast from the small light coming from the stereo. I raised the gun and pointed it toward his torso, smiled, and said, "You walked into the wrong house...