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The Thing.
It was a dark and stormy night, and I was running – more like stumbling – across the muddy soccer field. I could feel my heart pounding against my chest. I wanted to scream, but I couldn’t find my voice. I wanted to take a rest, but I couldn’t bring myself to stop. I would die if I did. Or, at least I thought I would.
There was something – something unnatural – following me. Chasing my, really.
I wanted to wake up from this nightmare, to be able to say to myself ‘It was just a bad dream’, but I knew that wouldn’t happen. This was real. There was no way of denying it.
Then, suddenly, I fell in what had now turned to mud. My body hit the ground with a soft thud.
I couldn’t get up. My legs were aching.
I finally managed to sit up.
Then, I felt a cold, bony hand on my shoulder. “Hello, Claire.” It said. He sounded human, but I wasn’t sure. I couldn’t see his face in the dark.
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