Last week we left Carol freezing in the woods alone at night. But is she really all by herself? You’ll have to keep reading to find out.
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Carol spotted movement out of the corner of her eye. Trepidation swallowed her, it was a familiar feeling. She walked into the woods and directed the beam of light to the left. Why are they always there? Carol turned her head away so she didn’t have to see them.
The thickets clawed, reaching out for prey. She stopped and fingered the tear in her jeans and cursed under her breath. Carol stamped her feet to bring feeling back into them and frowned when she noticed a smudge of dirt on the tip of the left toe. Dirty shoes were something Carol detested. She bent down to rub the mark off but no matter how hard she rubbed the spot remained.