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Bunker 0013

Bunker 0013

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"What do you think is out there?" "In the Wilderness? No one knows. The only people who have been out there are from the government. They tell everyone that there's nothing but rubble and ashes." "Of course they do, they don't want people snooping around, and going past the society's border. Even so, there must be something out there, it just, can't be all gone..." This short story is one that I wrote for my Highschool English class during my sophomore year. This is only a rough draft but feel free to read! You never know the full story may change greatly! Feedback is appreciated~ Version 0.1
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If you go down to the woods today... Well, in this town, you probably won't come back. Unexplained deaths and disappearances are normal around here. In Haltonshaw Grove, we tell these real life horror stories to our kids like bedtime tales. They help us learn from a young age to stay out of the forest after dark. But one halloween, we didn't listen- Me and four boys. We broke the rules and we paid the price. We barely made it out alive and now we live with the trauma, the nightmares, the memories. Seven years later, the events of that night, like most things tend to do around here, have come back to haunt us. We never talked about the night we ran in the forest, never spoke afterwards at all really, but now we're going to need each other if we're going to survive what's coming. Me and those boys I've loved all along. - - ‐ - - - - - - - - - - - - - Our town is haunted. The five of us are cursed. And Halloween is just around the corner... Let's see who makes it to November 1st.

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