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Terror

Seeing all this, Dev holds her head, as if a heavyweight is standing there. The three pill caplets that she took out of her trouser pocket she swallowed without water. As she continues her journey, in the building of the late Nick's pride, Mehmet begins to feel strange.

"Happy death day to you! Happy death day to you!" Mehmet's eyes darted around as the lyrics played softly in his ears.

"Let's sing!"

"Who are you?" Mehmet asked the owner of the voice, but the owner only let out a five-year old's adorable laugh.

Mehmet checked every corner of the room. No children there. Only he and Jess were snoring soundly. The man with the whiskers stepped outside, but the sound of the guitar strumming held him back. Mehmet turned his head and looked at the musical instrument hanging on the side of the ornate glass cabinet.