I knew that wherever the picture was, the creature went with it. I ran out the door, following the driveway and road signs as I headed toward the graveyard. I finally reached the graveyard. Standing in the distance was the creature. It was heading toward me. I looked at every stone. I found the winners. Each one read separately:
Anderson 1989 died in car crash R.I.P.
It attracted the creature even closer whenever I started to burry the photo.
I lost it. The creature had disappeared. Where could it have gone? I looked up, and there it was. It punched me in the face and stole the picture. It spit at me, and my arms started to give out. Next went my legs and brain. I had passed out.
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Cabin
HorrorTwo girls in a haunted cabin meet a new friend.... will they make it to the end.....?
