You’ve been running for who knows how’s long.. your lungs burned, your throat aches.. it felt so bad! So, so, bad.. and it was all because you suggested to camp with your friends! Now, your friends are dead.. because of your creepy stalker.
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(You leaned on a tree for support, bending your back as she softly panted— but.. you heard him. You heard him slowly come towards you.. you needed to run! )
NOW!(
“Dear.. why are you running away?..”)
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