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I was born in Indiana. I know what your thinking, where the hell is Indiana? Well in the place i live in, it's pretty small and quiet town. I lived here all my life. My name is Jamie, and I'm 15 years old. This town is haunted. Not by what your thinking of. No scary ghost lady looking for revenge, or a banshee, or a demon that steals children. There is this man that passed away a long time ago. I guess he was bullied when he was little for being deformed or something. Everyone has their own story so it changes a whole lot. But I think I know the real story. Kids were real a holes back then, not like their better now, but they would always abuse this poor kid. I remember I heard someone mentioned that he got a pet rat one day and one of the kids threw it on the road and they all saw a huge truck pass by and kill it. The poor kid grew up mean I guess. Then killed himself when he was in his twenties. Now every once in a while their would be a rat infestion all over town. Everyone blames it on the story. It never seemed to happen at our house though. Never. It would happen at my neighbor's, my aunt's, my crush's house down the street. Never mine. Until now. My mom and dad went to go on a trip for their 10th anneversery. (sorry don't know how to spell that) and I got to stay in and lay around. Or so they thought. I invited my friend Kelly. My mom was so cautuos when she left. Because it's around this time for the infestation.I didn't worry. Why would I? When kelly came over, there was a knock before she arrived. I opened the door and saw no one. Ten minutes later another knock, she was there. Bright, pretty Kelly. I asked her about it but she said that she just arrived. I brushed it off. We laid around, played with some makeup. Then she wanted to bake some cookies. She had marshmellows and wanted to add them. But all of our supplies were downstairs. In the basement. I should of stayed out of there. We both went down because I was scared. I hate the dark. we grabbed the stuff, the baking powder, the cake stand, the spatulas. Thats when the door shut. I screamed at the sound and she bursted out laughing. She called me an idiot. I love it when she laughs. She climbs up the stairs and opens the door. Then she looks behind her shoulder at me, telling me its fine. We plopped the stuff on the counter and started baking. It was around ten when it happened. In our town we have this stupid siren that gives me a heart attack every single time. It's suppose to signal the rats infestation. It's always the same day, the same hour, the same minute each time its starts. 10:43 pm on a saturday in the months of June, August, and October. We shrugged it off, cause we both knew we were good. We should of been careful. We heard yells outside, those were the neighbors. We ignored it. Ten minutes later it was quiet again. Everyone should of left by now. They would either leave town or go to the shelters. So know one was on our street. No one to hear our screams. Thats when we heard scratches. On the wood, around the table, in the kitchen. They were everywhere but we couldn't find the trace of the sound. Until we saw them. The most ugliest creatures on planet earth. Their small tiny faces had teeth that shaped into something that looked like a sneer. It had begun....
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A bachelors degree is just a level of degree like associates degree or a masters degree. hope this helps :)
I think that its A that would make the most since to me
