The neck hair raised, and a chill found its way down his spine. At the same time he felt two burning dots, from someone watching in the dark. What was that in the corner of his eye? Better not look or it could drag him into the whispering foilage. Keep your eyes to the ground, focus on each step. Breathing hard short breaths as the sweat ran down his chilling spine. Looking up to see the path. What was that? Glowing eyes in the bushes and grinning teeth? Blinded by the joggers headlamp. He was finally safe, or was he……

Boooo, ha de Gött

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