James has being on the road for about 4 hours or there about.. All he he really wanted was to go home so bad but this was a new town and it had this ghastly feeling about it. It was 10:00 pm or there about and everywhere he seemed to turn he felt as though a malevolent force followed. 11:30 pm on this road and there was still no sign of anyonenone at all but that feeling... The feeling of haunted eyes watching him, a lingering presence an unseen evil.. Prying, stalking, waiting for the right time to pounce... Like a wild beast waits patiently for its prey.. Taking the most detailed time and effort to prepare for the kill... Suddenly he heard a rustle from behind the bushes.. Unable to take bear the fear and suspense he takes off.. Picking the pace and not dearing to look back for the fear of affirming his suspicion.. The rustling increases to heavy thumps.. Thumps increasing the pace followed by the most terrifying howls and shadowy winged figures..
From out of the shadows a dark winged figure jumps out and pounces on poor James.. Screaming and wailing James wakes up from this frightening dream..
HHAAA What a relief it was all just a dream.. But wait.. Where am I?? Where is this?? Oh no!! This is trail..
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