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The footsteps of someone coming up from behind me made the hair on the back of my neck stand on end.
"RUN!"
My feet pounded against the dry sticks and leaves on the ground. Then I felt something on my neck...
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A flash of white came through my vision.
"What was that?"
My friends paused in there tracts.
"What?" They asked.
There it was again. I didn't know what it was but being in a graveyard at night and seeing random flashes of white usually isn't a good thing.

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