The haunted wood.

I was going for an evening walk through a vast, dense wood. The hairs on the back of my neck rose as a spine-chilling creature emerged from a shadowy bush. “NO!” I bellowed.  The creature scampered towards me. My heart pounded, I ran as fast as my legs could take me.  On the horizon I saw the safety of the city: the lights of my house shining brightly . I scurried all the way home; still bemused at that chilling monster. The next day when I was walking to school I saw some people entering the eerie wood. Distant screams filled my ears. Was I the only person to make it out of that wood alive?


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