Dark. That's all it was. Dark. You could here movements, yet you don't know what they are. Your in the woods, late at night. Too pitch black to see. Branches and dry leaves crunch beneath your feet. Your scared. Frightened. You feel something following you. You feel as if you are being watched. You slowly turn around. But it's useless. You can't see anything. Nothing. You suddenly feel another breath fanning your face. The figure turns their flashlight on, into your face. It's was a white figure. It was adorable. It was a cute little marshmallow kid:)
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