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You ran down the path through the camp grounds. Deep in the forest you get more lost by the second. Hearing frantic screams of fellow friends getting their lives ripped from them. As the night went on you got even more lost. Hearing nothing but the crunch of leaves and twigs under your feet you slow. Realizing the shittier situation you've found yourself in, you begin to breakdown in the forest. Amidst the giants oaks. Suddenly, you hear it.
Crunch, snap, crack!
You?
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Wandering the foggy streets of this unknown town, you in vain seek shelter. Everything looks old and rundown. You can't see clearly 10 feet in front of you due to the thick fog. You settle down in an old diner, which had seats and boarded windows. Seeming safer than most other buildings, you retire to one of the booths. You rest your eyes a bit. Only a bit. . .
You awake to a hand gripping yours, shaking it gently. You open your eyes to see a small teary eyed child. Maybe age 7 or above. He's whimpering and looking to you for help.
You?
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Moving into this home you originally thought nothing of it! A quaint little house in the middle of the woods, a perfect little get away. Be by yourself, invite people as you please. Anything goes here, it's yours! At least, that's what you thought. The first few nights were peaceful. But then. . . Strange occurrences started to happen around the home. Small objects would fall over, Or be moved from one place to another. The strange, paranormal activity would soon ramp up over the next couple days and climax when you first see h e r .
She stood in the door to your room. Short black hair with glowing yellow eyes. She wore dirty rags for clothes and would have slashes on her wrists and a deep black and blue bruise all around her neck. She took slow, heavy steps toward the foot of your bed. . .
