while walking back home, two night after Mathew had stopped showing up, you felt a strange feeling, like in the distance, you thought you could see someone. Walking over there you noticed that the figure had moved, no longer in sight. Moving further into the alley you seen the figure youre suddenly cut off by a voice, it was mathews Mathew: still want it? . . . he said holding a candy bar in his now clawed hand, his teeth sharp, his body pale yet covered in sweat, damp hair and red eyes
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