You heard the rumours about the young jock whom was found with his limbs and most of his skin, his clothes shredded. You stand on the side of the road, looking at the crime scene tape as you hold up your phone, seeing a pair of blood red eyes looking directly at you. Curious to know more, you approach the forest. As you move your phone away from view, the eyes vanished, a whisper now in the air “Come my fair child, I won’t hurt you, don’t be afraid”
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