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The dark, night skies hung over the forest, tainting the grounds in a feeling of dread, as if life did not exist there at all. However, the forest were a safe haven for Gaara, somewhere the teen could find serenity, his own little world of quietness, somewhere he could be to himself and not receive nasty looks or words from the other’s. Lately, there had been word and investigations of mysterious deaths and disappearances in the small town, a story so foreign to the place, that the townspeople were extra careful, keeping their doors locked, and not daring to step out when it would turn nightfall. Though, fear were not something driven much into Gaara at the time. He were still in that stage of his life of being careless, feeling as if he were immortal, just the regular mind of a teenager.
Yet, this night in the forest.. it seemed different. Gaara couldn’t help but feel this odd sensation run over him as he traveled deeper into the forest, his sneakers slipping over the wet moss from the morning storm. This feeling were hard to describe, he just felt as if he were being watched, stalked even, as if someone were traveling right behind him.. the forest were eerily quiet, not even the slightest sounds of nature filled the air.. it weren’t until Gaara heard the snap of a twig that the redhead stops, turning quickly in every direction to find the source, but in his sight he seen.. nothing, “Who is there? Stop following me, fucking creep.”