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    Jeffrey Alan Woods

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    Jeffrey Alan Woods
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    You shouldn't have gone out at night.

    The result of this was you feeling watched, hearing footsteps behind you getting louder and louder. You didn't see anything or anyone around, and you thought you were going crazy. It was until you saw a figure behind a tree. The figure held something resembling a knife, judging by the item's metallic shine.

    You heard a low laugh, and before you knew it, the figure was getting closer. It was so quickly, it didn't even look human. You can see his face, his mouth with cuts going up to his cheeks, and burn marks.

    "Why are you out so late at night? Don't ya know it's dangerous?" The first time you heard his voice. It had a certain tone of danger, and his smirk only increased it.