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I will give the brainliest answer if you finish it.

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Note: Really?? An entire story?? Well, I'll see what I can do...

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By extremelyloudmouth

It happened on the rainiest night in January... I was all alone in my house when I spotted the mean old man who lived next door, Mr. Parker, sinking in the snow. I may have not liked the man, but I sure wasn't just going to sit there and watch him slowly suffocate! As I pulled on my winter coat and rushed outside, Mr. Parker was almost completely submerge in the snow. I quickly pulled him out and brought him into my house, because I didn't have the key to his house (duh). I set him down on the couch and brought him a blanket, a heat pack, and a steaming mug of hot cocoa. I originally made the cocoa for me, but seeing as how he almost died of hypothermia and/or frostbite, it seemed more appropriate to give it to him. After half an hour or so, he finally seemed to be warming up. His first question upon regaining his ability to speak was "Is it still there?," to which my immediate response was "Is what there?". His eyes went round with fear as he said "The Abominable Snowman." I couldn't help it and immediately burst out laughing. This guy had to be kidding. Everyone know the Abominable Snowman, or the Yeti, whatever you want to call it is fake! And I know that in most horror movies and show, there's always that one guy or one group that thinks everything is fake or just a prank and ends up dying, but that's such a cliche. The Abominable Snowman was exposed as a hoax years ago, and most people don't even remember it now anyways, while Bigfoot, for reasons I will never understand is still as popular as ever. As I finally stopped laughing, I started to smile. One thing that's good about being labeled as a "forgotten myth" is that people also tend to forget certain details about you. Like the little known detail that the Abominable Snowman is actually a shapeshifter. As I shed my human disguise and looked at Mr. Parker, who was now shaking with fear, I grinned gruesomely and said, "I'm so glad you decided to come back Mr. Parker! And just in time for lunchtime as well!". And all I'm going to say after that is: It's good thing that my entire house was soundproofed, because that meant I could enjoy my fresh caught meal in peace.

-The End-

Afternote: *Huff* *Huff* This took one hour to write... So I hope you enjoyed it.

Answer 2

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Hi. I'm Amanda Princeton. This is the story about the day I was framed for the murder of Mr. Parker.

It happened on the snowiest night in January. I was all alone in my house, sipping hot cocoa as I watch the snowfall just outside my window. I heard a weird noise from outside and noticed the mean old man, Mr. Parker, sinking in the snow. I chuckled to myself, the snow was only six inches deep. He must have tripped or something. I continue watching him struggle to get up from the ground, but then a hand as black as night grabbed him and pulled him completely under the snow. I jumped out of my seat, startled at what I had just witnessed. Did Mr. Parker just... die? I rushed to my room and threw on my snow boots and coat. I quickly made my way to the front door, but I froze as I put my hand on the deadbolt. What if it gets me? I thought to myself. I finally talked myself up just enough to unlock the deadbolt. Next was the lock on the doorknob. I began to shake. If I unlock this door, whatever that's out there could possibly overpower me and get in. I shook my head. I'm not scared of anything! I reassured myself. I unlocked the door and turned the knob. As soon as I did, a strong wind pushed it open. The door swung open and knock me on the ground. It nearly knocked me unconscious! Everything seemed to be fuzzy as I began to get up. As soon as I was on my feet, another gust of wind pushed through the doorway, but this time, a dark figure had come with it. As soon as I laid eyes on it, I fell unconscious.

When I finally came to, I found myself at a police station in cuffs and in a cell. "Wh-what happened?" I stammered. One of the officers walked over to the cell, looking at me with disgust in his eyes. "Mr. Parker was found dead in your basement. We also found his blood all over your coat and on a doorknob. The doorknob was removed from the front door." I began to cry as he told me the story. "It wasn't me! Something was out there! It did it!" I pleaded. "Sure, we'll go with your little fantasy." the officer said as he walked away. I'm telling you this story from a mental asylum. If you ever see this... this thing, don't let it near you. Never, and I mean never, let it near you.

This is the end of this recording. Please rewind the tape to the beginning. Thank you.

"So... Amanda. It seems as if you've been framed for murder? A murder that didn't even happen," Mr. Parker grinned from ear to ear. The basement was dimly lit with the flickering flame of the candles set around an upside-down star. Mr. Parker put a knife to his hand. "Let's see if we can frame someone else."

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