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I was a writer, I wrote books, n book here it was a little room but i liked it,it was very quiet ,I began to work on my bood and I was happy,then things began to happene strange things.one day I was at my desk with my pen in nry hand ,suddenly ,I thought,Iwant a coflee and i havent got any ,I will have to go to the shop,I put my pen on the table and went out ,when I came back i looked for the pen it wasnt on the table i looked on the floor on my chair and then on the table again ,It wasnt there ,I don't understand it ,I thoroughly that night ,I was in bed and the room was very quiet,suddenly ,I opened my eye what was that/I wondered,then i heard a voice _amans voice whos that?I cried there was no answer and there was nobody in the room ,I couldn't understand it and i was afraid

I was a writer, I wrote books, n book here it was a little room but i liked it,it was very quiet ,I began to work on my bood and I was happy,then things began to happene strange things.one day I was at my desk with my pen in nry hand ,suddenly ,I thought,Iwant a coflee and i havent got any ,I will have to go to the shop,I put my pen on the table and went out ,when I came back i looked for the pen it wasnt on the table i looked on the floor on my chair and then on the table again ,It wasnt there ,I don't understand it ,I thoroughly that night ,I was in bed and the room was very quiet,suddenly ,I opened my eye what was that/I wondered,then i heard a voice _amans voice whos that?I cried there was no answer and there was nobody in the room ,I couldn't understand it and i was afraid