The Night Creatures
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Ongoing<5 mins
Last published Mon, May 15, 2017
Allison's tears barely have time to fall, before the frigid wind whips them from her face. Twisted branches claw at her jacket and hair. The trees are on its side, their roots kicking out at her feet, causing her to stumble. Allison swallows a sob, her heart slamming against her chest. Death is close, it whistles to her through the trees, the notes of a sad song.
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