The hooded figure watched passing travellers with beady eyes. I watched horrified at the cloaked figure's yellow eyes watch me staring into the abyss. Crunching leaves capture my attention. The daylight seeps after my friend. The trees creek and whine. I feel alone, my friend is distant I tried to call her but not sound comes from my mouth. An icy hand touches my back I turn round but no ones there. Then it appears I reach out to the figure and touch the cold metal it freezes it stand life less. No movement not a single breath.
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