The anonymous murderer

As Paul tip-toed to his wooden bed, he jumped on to his bed. At that moment, he heard a creepy voice from his cuboard.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                     “Hello?” anxiously whispered Paul.                                                                                                                                   He was scared to his toenails.

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