Taking his daily stroll through the woods of New England, a man comes across someone else under the canopy of trees above him; standing there, gazing upon the house he always avoids. A strange sight; more so given his bone-protruding figure. Who is this stranger in the woods? A short story I wrote for a discussion post in university. Although written hastily in about an hour and thirty minutes, I post it here for others to read if they so choose.All Rights Reserved
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