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Hansa was trembling. The creatures had found her. The door creaked and she hid in the closet.

“Come out, girl. I won’t hurt you.”, it croaked.

It was hideous. The creature looked like a cross between a chihuahua and a lobster.

“The girl isn’t there, look in another room!” yelled a red creature impatiently.

Hansa breathed a sigh of relief. It didn’t notice her.

“Phew, that was close.” she whispered.

She didn’t know why these creatures were looking for her. She liked to crochet, bake, and play piano. What was so bad about that?