The pitch black, dark night of the half moon surrounded her.
Dead men tell no tales.
Screams are heard as the bell tolls for a slowly beating heart as it gets slower and slower to the point that she could breathe no more.
The panic in her heart made it all the worthwhile for him to kill her.
She started running. The screams overwhelmingly unheard.
He started to circle around the trees smiling looking with such delightful shiny eyes.
He had her.
And now he’ll come for you.
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