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A PLACE THAT LOOKS LIKE THE WOODS BY YOUR HOUSE WHEN YOU WERE YOUNG SO THICK WITH FOLIAGE THE SHADOWS TAKE ON THAT PARTICULAR DEEP GREEN THERE ARE OLD PAVED SIDEWALK PATHS WITH NO DISCERNABLE DIRECTION BUT THEY ALL SEEM TO AVOID THE PUDDLES OF RAINWATER YOU WANDER FOR HOURS WONDERING WHERE YOU ARE IT IS CALM BUT THERE IS A FEELING IN YOUR GUT THAT YOU ARE NOT SAFE YOU CANNOT SEE THE SUN FOR THE CLOUDS BUT YOU CAN TELL IT IS BEGINNING TO SET THERE ARE STRANGE SOFT LIGHTS IN THE THICKET REFLECTED IN POOLS IT SMELLS LIKE IT RECENTLY RAINED YOU COME ACROSS A LONE STREET LIGHT AND AN ODD AND DISTANT PANIC BEGINS TO WELL IN YOUR THROAT BUT YOU FEEL UNCONCERNED YOU FEEL THE LIGHT IS SAFE YOU REALIZE MANY OF THE TREES ARE NOT TREES BUT STREET LIGHTS BUT NOT QUITE STREET LIGHTS THEY FADE AND SHIFT AS YOU ATTEMPT TO OBSERVE THEM NEVER SETTLING ON WHOLLY ONE THING OR WHOLLY ANOTHER YOU CANNOT SHAKE THE FEELING THAT SOMETHING TERRIBLE IS ABOUT TO HAPPEN

WHEN YOU HEAR THE SOUND OF SKATEBOARD WHEELS CLACKING ON PAVESTONES FROM THE DARK SKATES WHAT APPEARS TO BE A HUMAN SKELETON THEIR CLOTHES RATTY AND REPAIRED BY HAND IN A SHIFTING BUT IMPLACABLY FAMILIAR VOICE THEY TELL YOU TO BE MORE CAREFUL THAT THIS PLACE IS NOT SAFE THAT YOU SHOULD FOLLOW THEM THEY ASK IF YOU CAN SKATEBOARD YOU CANNOT SKATEBOARD BUT NOW YOU ARE RIDING ONE YOU DO NOT KNOW WHERE THE SKELETON PRODUCED A SECOND SKATEBOARD YOU ARE CLUTCHING A SKELETAL HAND AS YOU GLIDE THROUGH THE WOODS CLATTERING ON THE PAVESTONES IT IS SO DARK YOU SO NOT KNOW HOW YOUR GUIDE CAN SEE YOU FEEL A DISTANT PRESENCE AT YOUR BACK SOMETHING OLD AND WANTING BUT THE ONLY THING YOU CAN FOCUS ON IS THE FAINT LIGHT ON THE SYMBOLS THAT COVER THE BOLT-ACTION RIFLE SLUNG ALONG THE SKELETONS BACK YOU AWAKE MOMENTS LATER AND FORGET EVERYTHING