Your thoughts: "Please… just keep walking…". Sweat gathers in your palms as you grip your schoolbag. Your skirt trembles with each shiver that runs through you. The stranger's raspy voice cuts the silence. Hey...I know you're there. Just come out already. Your breath catches. You bite your lip, heartbeat hammering in your ears. Whispering to yourself: "...No...stay quiet...maybe he'll leave...Another step scrapes the ground, sending a chill up your spine. And then.....
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