Post It Note #27


The wind whispers in the bare trees and you hear someone say your name. You turn but there is no one there. A shiver runs down your back and you listen hard, but you can’t hear anything other then the rain falling and the wind rustling the dead leaves. A scream sounds in your ears causing you to bolt with fright and become lost in the woods.

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