... The door slowly opened, revealing the dark figure from the alleyway. 7 feet tall, and at least 250 pounds of pure evil. In his hand rested the handle of a very large baseball bat. He stood motionless for a moment, and then began to menacingly move towards me. I'm trapped. This is the end.
Shaniqua was jarred from her sleep. The same dream had taunted her dreams now for a week straight, even though the person who had opened the door a week before had been the janitor. At least I have a bed to sleep on, Shaniqua thought to herself. The manager of Motel 2 had recently placed a room down for maintenance, and while it was being remodeled, Shaniqua was allowed to spend the nights in them, free of charge. The nights had not been very productive, however; Shaniqua was getting little sleep because of the recurring nightmare.
The figure seemed very familiar. Shaniqua sat on the edge of the bed trying to visualize his face, but all she could think of was the large, hollow, bat in his hand. After 10 minutes of trying, Shaniqua slowly got to her feet and lumbered towards the door to continue her job hunt. Going around the corner on the staircase, she came face to face with the faceless man.
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