Whispers in the Pines at Midnight

The moon hung heavy in the sky, casting long ghosts across the graveyard. A chilly breeze rustled the pines, their branches creaking like old men. An unsettling stillness hung in the air, broken only by the rhythmic chirping of crickets. Deep within the woods, something stirred. A pair of eyes gleamed in the darkness, watching, waiting. The air cr

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