Whispers in the Pines at Midnight

The moon hung low in the sky, casting long ghosts across the graveyard. A gentle breeze rustled the pines, their branches creaking like old men. An unsettling stillness hung in the air, broken only by the occasional hoot of an owl. Deep within the woods, something stirred. A pair of eyes gleamed in the darkness, watching, waiting. The air buzzed w

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