Keen, thrifty, inquisitive, and/or relaxed. Hope that helps!
She took a deep breath as she stared into her own eyes in the mirror. The only light in the bathroom was from a candle, set on the corner of the sink counter. The power was out, so even if she flipped the light switch, nothing would happen. She was home alone, only, a few moments ago, she'd heard someone walking around in her house. Someone that was not supposed to be there. She had locked herself in her bathroom to try and calm down, to no avail. No matter how many times she told herself she was only imagining things, she would never believe it.
As silently as possible, she pressed her ear to the door and held her breath. When she was about to move back from the door, she heard the walking again, this time followed by a voice. "Ellana, darling, why are you hiding from me? I know you're home. Come on out...I'm not here to hurt you." She didn't recognize the voice at all, but they clearly knew her name. There's no way this was actually happening right now...and yet, there she stood, holding her breath in the bathroom, hiding from a stranger who knew far to much about her.
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You did say anything, and you <em>did</em> say "even a story". So, here you go! Little horror story made up on the spot. Hope it does you well!
Answer:
i know its called " Le Picador" but nothin else
Explanation:
nothing
