I saw a small boy standing in the woods and crying. "Can you help me?" His foot was bleeding and he was limping. His watering eyes were desperately screaming for help.
I saw a small boy standing in the woods and crying. "Can you help me?" His foot was bleeding and he was limping. His watering eyes were desperately screaming for help. Firstly, I decided to get nearer. His right leg was bleeding without stopping. "Where are your parents?" I asked. He was looking as if he didn't exactly know what to say. "They must be somewhere deeper into the woods, at our chalet." As I was starting to get up in order to go look for his parents, the little boy grabbed my arm and pushed me back to the ground and said "It's pointless. They had been killed just before I got here." I wasn't expecting that. It made me feel cold and empty, really sorry for the boy's great loss. "But, on the other hand, that is what they deserved. They should have listened when I told them I could get REALLY dangerous if I didn't get what I wanted. They never listened... " he said laughing as he was pulling a knife covered in blood out of his pocket. "... and now I can't stop. " The grief disappeared fast as I began to feel a cold breeze going down my spine - fear. Suddenly, I could feel the knife's blade penetrating my heart. This was only a trap... It was the end of me.
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