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Laura ran down the hall as her tears ran down her cheeks. The mansion was dark and she was the only one left. She ran into a black wall and fell to the floor. She got to her knees and saw Harold standing at the end of the hall. His eyes were black in the shadows. His teeth were clenched, as was the chef's knife in his hand. His shirt was covered in blood and his face covered in sweat and dirt. He began his approach. She cried and begged him on her knees as he neared,
"Oh God Harold I'm so sorry. Please Harold don't kill me please! Oh God..."
It got dark... so dark that Laura couldn't see. It was quiet and still. There was an explosion next to Laura's head and she screamed.
She opened her eyes... and it felt like she had been sleeping. She was lying on the soft ground. She jumped up in fear and looked ahead at what she realized was her house. She was on her front lawn. It was dark and her dress was still dirty. She felt something watching her. She turned around and saw a man standing on the side walk. He was wearing a black suit, along with black gloves and a fancy black hat. He had a large black scarf that blew violently, even though the air was calm. The moon shined brightly, but Laura still couldn't make out even the figure of his face... just black.... But even though she couldn't see his face, she still knew that he was looking at her. She was terrified, but sad. He was sad. She blinked and he was gone.

Laura felt bad, like she had done something wrong.... Like she was a bad person. She remembered what she had done to Harold.... She was a bad person, a horrible person. The Vindicator... killed him.... He died... because of her. It was all her fault. All of Laura's friends... they died too... because of her. Harold... he didn't... he didn't deserve that. Her friends didn't deserve that........... What had she done.

She fell to the ground... and cried.