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From Dusk to Dawn the Hunt is still On

A blood curdling scream startled everyone in the village. I ran towards the scream just to see a lady petrified near the lake’s edge. I reached there, looked around and found a subtle shadow on the other side of the lake, vanishing in the misty-forest of chilling winter night. By the time I regained my blurred vision from that unidentified white reflection many villagers gathered around. Looking at my panicked reaction, villagers out cried with words like ‘Ghost’ ‘Devil’. Without giving the second thought I ran to the forest. After running for minutes I reached to this dead lonely forest with dry tangled branches. This just looked like dreadful, uncanny extremely isolated hostile place, bringing the feeling of despair. I was totally horrified. Ignorant of what was I search for I waited there to sense any sign of alien, evil or occult existence. At this junction, I tried to peek in every direction under the only light coming through scattered clouds of the full harvest moon. The silen
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