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I hear it scratching on the hardwood floors. I cannot move as the slightest sound will alert the pyseritrix. Click-clack, I hear it come closer. I huddle into the shadows of the closet. I wish I would have set the trap, seven small red candles and one large white one, but now I am dinner.

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