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T'was a dark and cold night when you a young 17 year old girl was walking home through the woods. You hear heavy footsteps behind you so quicken your pace in an attempt to get away from this mysterious thing.
Your suddenly stopped as a hand grasped your shoulder "slow down Lil lass, no one's gonna hear you scream" there was a dark chuckled as you dared not turn around.
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