Goodnight Daylight
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“It was a dark night, winter of December. The trees stood still outside, staring ghastly with eyes piercing the light of the moon, as the night dew froze at the tip of its old large trunks. Winter winds howl like the wolves of twilight, sending chills down the spine of every man and children alike. Shadows lurk in every corner of the forest, waiting patiently for the perfect chance to dye the snow crimson, as the light fades away in every Nix household. Legend has it that the Shadows roam the village and live by preying upon the dreams of children, turning it into horrifying nightmares, as poor boys and girls are dragged into the eternal darkness laying under their bed…..”
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