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May 2020
Her safe spot.
The porch.
It was 2 in the morning,
and her porch light was flickering.
She could hear the whispers,
but she whispered to herself,
"They can't get me, I'm safe."
She walked back in her house,
the moment the whispers stopped.
She was never seen again.
The Title they gave her.
"Porch light"
It was a legend she was known on for.
But no one ever knew what happened
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grey  15/F/A small town
(15/F/A small town)   
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