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NOT AVAILABLE by Sam Murray, Age 8
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One stormy night I heard footsteps coming down the hall. It sounded like a tapping sound. It was getting louder and louder. I thought it was a robber. I got out of bed and got my flashlight. I went down the hall to find out what the tapping sound was. I got to the end of the hall; there was nothing there. I was positive there was something there. I was confused. I went down stairs to see if something was there. I went in the kitchen first. Nothing was there. Then I went to my brother's room, nothing. He wasn't there! Next I wanted to go to my mom's room. I went there. Nothing. Then, I went to the living room. I saw something. It was moving. It.it.it was my brother! I couldn't believe it was my brother. It was so weird. It had to be a robber or something. Well, my brother was out of bed, so it must have been him all along.
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