The greeting

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It was around 11pm, you were in the woods walking. Suddenly, you hear a running sound, the leaves crunching as it gets closer to you. You also start to run, you don't look back, scared of what you might see. As you reach the end of the woods a hand grabs you, tackling you to the ground.

You struggle to get it off of you, you try to look at it but it's too dark to see anything. Before you actually got it off of you, you are knocked out...

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