Fear Is Just the Beginning

Fear Is Just the Beginning

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I am known as the Forester of The Night. A Predator of Man. People have told legends of me over the centuries, never actually believing in the little tales told around a fire. But there are those few, who in search of the truth find themselves faced with a lethal killer. Fear etches across the faces of the careless. And just before I strike, I hear the screaming all around me. And then, as if on cue, all goes silent, as there beating heart gets slower and slower, until finally, the end of their life comes and I am free to live in my solitude, alone, for eternity and longer. Until the day SHE comes back.
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