In the dark of the night, you see something move in the bushes. Curiosity takes a hold of you, your fear mounts, and your senses become attune to the vivid blackness surrounding you. You wonder what could be shaking the bushes before you. You want to back away but you cannot because it could be someone in need so your sense of social justice takes control and you proceed forward.
BAM!
Out comes a hooded figure with the full moon beaming across his face. You try to make out the person but you cannot see the face as it blends into the darkness. You try to shout out to the figure in front of you but you notice you cannot scream. Nothing escapes your mouth, no air, no hoarse whisper, no voice to aid your whimper. You slowly feel a warm trickle of liquid flow down your neck and soak into your clothes. You look down aghast at the sight of red before you look back up to see the hooded dark figure beaming over you. Your eyes flutter like a butterfly, your vision starts to blur. You try to call out but only a slick gurgle escapes your open gaped throat. Before you know it, you're now afloat.
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