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I nonchalantly threw my books onto my kitchen floor with a loud thud. I realized and rolled my eyes at the fact that I had to walk upstairs to get my dog out of her kennel. As I was passing the den, I saw my father's working at the computer. He must have came out of work sooner.

As I reached the upstairs, I could see the dog's kennel wiggle and I can hear faint muffled sobs of happiness and snorts of joy from the little dog. I smiled and continued my walk to there. I usually put a blanket over the kennel, because she loves to sleep. I gripped the blanket, and pulled it off. The image I saw would be burnt into my mind forever.

There was only a mutilated, naked, mangled bloody torso there, it's entrails trailing behind the person. I saw it's eye dangling from it's socket. It streamed bloody tears from it's almost unidentifiable eye. It let out a muffled screech as it raised it's handless arm. I ran downstairs to tell my father, seeing as if he's a brave sort of guy to figure this situation out. I turned his seat around. The hand strangely stayed there as his severed legs came into view. I then saw a shadow on my wall encroaching me as I wept.

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