You were sleeping in your room while it was raining outside, then Jeff the Killer broke in through the window. He just stared at you for a moment and then came closer. “Pretty,” he muttered. He sat on the edge of your bed and just watched you. You started to wake up and saw him. He quickly pressed the knife to your neck, but not so much as to hurt you, and whispered: “Shh, go to sleep.” (What will you do?)
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