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The things that flew out of my head...

White Rider Pestilence
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There once was a little boy who lived in a cabin on the edge of the woods, near a town. His father was a fisherman, and happened to be out fishing that day. The boy had school today, but he woke up too late to go. So he then decided that the would go exploring the deep dark woods behind the house. His father had said not to go into the woods, but he had always felt curious about exploring it. Before leaving the house, he took a torch and made sure to light it. In case it got too dark. He went into the woods and walked and walked and walked and walked. Until it got darker and darker and darker and darker, slowly but surely. As it got darker, he began to hear a cracking sound behind him. He felt startled to hear it, so he moved faster. He didn't know what it could be. He kept moving, hearing the cracking crack crack crack as he went. Then suddenly he dropped the torch in his hand. Fear was overwhelming him. He turned around to pick it up, but on the torch he thought he saw a furry black hand. The boy panicked and ran away from the torch, deeper and deeper and deeper into the darkness. As he went he continued to hear the cracking sound. It was the cracking of branches. He ran until he began to get tired of running. Slowly in the dark he tried to find a tree to sit near, so it could "watch his back" for him, though that didn't seem very safe for him... But he was scared and tired. Eventually the cracking sound got closer and closer and closer.. The boy was never seen again.

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