Pilot

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I hid behind the tree as the Beacon Hills, Police Officers gather together on the dirt road. At their sides, K-9's bark and whine, pulling their leashes taut.  

I squeeze my eyes shut, and hold my breath as one by one, the officers click on flashlights and wait for the signal. Seconds later, a dozen streaks of light tear through the shadowy woods. 

A deep rumbling growl tears it's way through the night, and I jump in fear.  

He's back  

No no no.  

I tightened my fist and dash through the woods, leaves fly in my face as I burst thorough the giant bush. The growling gets closer, and I go faster.   

Up ahead is a cliff, that offers me a sweet escape. I come to a quick halt, and glance back at him.

Taking a deep breath I take few steps back and jump.  

Looking up I see him with the same sadistic smirk on his face.  

"You should've stayed dead"

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