Darkness has fallen across the land. The harvest moon struggles to show itself through thick, dark, shadowy clouds. A lazy breeze brings waves of goosebumps to the surface of my exposed flesh. Each time I hear the whisperings of the wind through the decaying tops of the trees, an involuntary shudder courses through my tensed, overstressed body. I can hear the screams and cries of the frightened, their discordance swelling and ebbing like the tide. …showed first 75 words of 646 total…

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