Explosion of Nova It will be visible to the unaided eye from Earth from 3,000 light-years distant. SARNOFF, LEAH Wednesday, July 31, 2024 at 6:21 p.m. Eastern Daylight Time (EDT)

I was walking home at night,after work.it was 9pm,i had a feeling someone was watching me but i let that feeling go figuring it was nothing.As I arrived home I locked the door immediately,and I put on my pj’s and I lied down on my bed. Suddenly I hear a noise,not just any noise,it was a nail scratching noise,on my door. I call my roomate figuring she must be playing with me. She didn anwser.I decided to go to sleep and let this night go. But now the scratching noises are coming from my window who is beside my bed!!!! My face turns pale as I get up immediately and look though the window. What is going on?? Am I going to die?? Is this the end??? Suddenly I see a black figure smiling at me.I stare not knowing what to do. The figure comes nearer the window as I stare with a terrified look on my face. What do I do. Th figure suddenly throws a big rock wich breaks the window as i run out of my apartment. I call security,after that the figure is gone. After this night I’d never feel alone.

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