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by Jen
Rated: 13+ · Other · Horror/Scary · #2000069
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We were walking home one eerie night on Hallow's eve. You could hear the wind howling through the tree branches below us. Tag:*Baretree* I wondered should we take another step forward into the gruesome woods upon us. We saw yellow eyes glaring at us,at each step we took into the dark, dismal woods. We heard this sound "hoo-hoo" and wondered could it be an extinctive owl upon us? But we did not know what it could be. We pressed forward, as our little imprints of feet could tolerate more into the spooky woods. The wind was getting louder, and then we heard a screeching moan coming from the woods.

Our hair was standing up, and turning a sheer white color. Oh, whoa! as two people to plunge into the spooky woods if dare....... What was to become of these two people drudging through this path of gloom and may end up in doom. The two people carried on, and were hoping to be home soon just in time for dinner. Although, the two people could be served as their dinner? The yellow eyes were fixed on the two people who still kept on walking through the path, hoping to find some tunnel of light to salvation. The two people felt this cold arm grasp our shoulders, and then started to scream a blood-curdling screech so loud to even wake up the dead from the cemetery. It kept pulling at our sleeves, and would not let go...... We paced onward going faster but whoever was holding on tightly would not release the desperation.

The two people turned around but as to their surprise saw no one there. Could it be a figure of these two imagination in one's mind?
We wanted just to get home and forget about this dark, dismal place.The cold hand would not let go of our sleeves, or even let us go any further. The two people were dead in their tracks, like frozen statues stood at a standstill. So the two people tried to turn their heads and face the fear of a small transparent shadow swaying in the breeze, as our eyes focused it was a small pale girl shaking her head pleading us to not go further into those dark woods. The little girl was trying to protect the two people from what happened to her a year ago when she died in the woods from a man who had abducted her from her own home. What happened to this story was sad because this poor little small girl was snatched from home and murdered by this man's own hands. Never got a chance to out live her full life because it was taken from her at a young age. The two people got home safe that night because they were saved by the ghostly girl who didn't want the same fate happen like it did to her.

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