I went into the woods that night knowing that I shouldn't.&nbsp;<span style="font-size: 10pt; background-color: initial;">It was cold, dark and damp, but I traveled farther and farther into hell. NEVER LOOKING BACK.</span><span style="font-size: 10pt; background-color: initial;">A little girl, I assumed she was wondering around the forbidden place just as I was.</span>I yelled out to her to make sure she was alright,but there was no response. All of the&nbsp;<span style="font-size: 10pt; background-color: initial;">sudden I had that sinking feeling in my stomach. I knew right then&nbsp;</span><span style="font-size: 10pt; background-color: initial;">and there that I was another victim of the old wise saying "in the wrong&nbsp;</span><span style="font-size: 10pt; background-color: initial;">place, at the wrong time". And then she stopped.&nbsp;</span><span style="font-size: 10pt; background-color: initial;">Looked over towards me, and&nbsp;</span><span style="font-size: 10pt; background-color: initial;">dropped to the ground. I went over to her, apprehensively, and she looked...</span><span style="font-size: 10pt; background-color: initial;"></span>
DEAD. Her clothes were tattered and worn. I asked in a soft low voice "Are you&nbsp;<span style="font-size: 10pt; background-color: initial;">okay miss?" Scared to hear a reponose, but even more afraid to hear nothing at all.</span>
Once again, she said nothing. If she died, what had killed her? Was there real evil out&nbsp;<span style="font-size: 10pt; background-color: initial;">here like everyone in this stink hole town, this little quiet town I'd had lived in all my life,</span>were they really right about this place? All these thoughts raced in my head as I stand, cold and&nbsp;<span style="font-size: 10pt; background-color: initial;">scared over this little mystery girl.Why was she here? What had I done coming here? If I went to</span>
get help, my parents would kill me for sneaking out at this hour, and they would have been even <div style="height:9px"><span style="font-size: 10pt; background-color: initial;">more mad to know that I went to the very place they had always told me not to.</span>

I went into the woods that night knowing that I shouldn't.&nbsp;<span style="font-size: 10pt; background-color: initial;">It was cold, dark and damp, but I traveled farther and farther into hell. NEVER LOOKING BACK.</span><span style="font-size: 10pt; background-color: initial;">A little girl, I assumed she was wondering around the forbidden place just as I was.</span>I yelled out to her to make sure she was alright,but there was no response. All of the&nbsp;<span style="font-size: 10pt; background-color: initial;">sudden I had that sinking feeling in my stomach. I knew right then&nbsp;</span><span style="font-size: 10pt; background-color: initial;">and there that I was another victim of the old wise saying "in the wrong&nbsp;</span><span style="font-size: 10pt; background-color: initial;">place, at the wrong time". And then she stopped.&nbsp;</span><span style="font-size: 10pt; background-color: initial;">Looked over towards me, and&nbsp;</span><span style="font-size: 10pt; background-color: initial;">dropped to the ground. I went over to her, apprehensively, and she looked...</span><span style="font-size: 10pt; background-color: initial;"></span>
DEAD. Her clothes were tattered and worn. I asked in a soft low voice "Are you&nbsp;<span style="font-size: 10pt; background-color: initial;">okay miss?" Scared to hear a reponose, but even more afraid to hear nothing at all.</span>
Once again, she said nothing. If she died, what had killed her? Was there real evil out&nbsp;<span style="font-size: 10pt; background-color: initial;">here like everyone in this stink hole town, this little quiet town I'd had lived in all my life,</span>were they really right about this place? All these thoughts raced in my head as I stand, cold and&nbsp;<span style="font-size: 10pt; background-color: initial;">scared over this little mystery girl.Why was she here? What had I done coming here? If I went to</span>
get help, my parents would kill me for sneaking out at this hour, and they would have been even <div style="height:9px"><span style="font-size: 10pt; background-color: initial;">more mad to know that I went to the very place they had always told me not to.</span>

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