Abandon all hope, ya’ll who enter here. A big wooden sign pounded into the sticky soil informs me that I might be headed in the wrong direction. The wind is noisy, and I can see a cluster of houses in the distance flanked around what looks like a bent steeple. I grip the empty gas can and look at the darkening sky, take a deep breath, and head down the dirt road. A perimeter of gray forest surrounds the outskirts of the town, and the closer I get, the more I notice what look like giant bat-winged babies circling above.
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Title by: Anonymous
Story by: Jeremy
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