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Rated: E · Short Story · Experience · #2221541

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It keeps following me in the forest, The silence, then the fear shot into my veins. I look behind me expecting It, nothing. I began to run, it followed. The dark covered the forest, I ran so far that there were no trees and a swamp engulfed me. It was drowning me, the air escaping me I couldn't see it but it was there. silence...
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