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    It was a dark and unwelcoming night. The moon was hidden behind the clouds and a feeling of dismay took over Jack. The rain knocked against the window. The wind whistled through the tree branches.  He had began to feel anxious. He had done  terrible things, foul unspeakable deeds, things against the laws of God and Man. He did things that violated his very nature, but they were things he did with immense satisfaction, wrong as they were, he felt pleasure doing so.
    He became restless and impatient. He felt as if the past was about meet his present. Then the door, which had been locked, swung open. The thing had enter, the lantern being the only supply of light, made its shadow larger and more frightful. Then Jack caught the glimpse of its eyes, it eyes were hideous. It had not been the complexion of the eyes which frightened Jack, but the intentions behind the wretched eyes.
    It was approaching, its face was bleached and inadequate. His eyes and mouth formed a mask of pretense. It was a look that sent Jack panicking. It then made impulsive and temperamental movements. Then Jack saw the trail of red blood left behind It. Its bony and hairy hand grasped with a knife. Now Jack was scared, more scared than he had ever been, sweat was trickling down his forehead, his throat dry and his eyes wide with horror. Once. Twice. The third time it struck lucky and slaughtered the man once known as Jack Brown.
    With It’s  feet covered in Jack’s blood, It stood and contemplated what it had done and what it was about to do. It had killed so many and part of it wanted to go on killing, but another part wanted to stop, to fade into the sunset.
   He then left the room and entered the darkness. Outside an eerie looking tree looming directly in front and above it. The tree form was, a twisted, swaying silhouette, danced an entrancing minuet as the wind whipped through its branch-like arms. Arms that reached towards it, with hand and finger-like branches, bony and beckoning, as if beseeching its embrace. All it was thinking now was who would be next.

Description
    It was a dark and unwelcoming night. The moon was hidden behind the clouds and a feeling of dismay took over Jack. The rain knocked against the window. The wind whistled through the tree branches.  He had began to feel anxious. He had done  terrible things, foul unspeakable deeds, things against the laws of God and Man. He did things that violated his very nature, but they were things he did with immense satisfaction, wrong as they were, he felt pleasure doing so.
    He became restless and impatient. He felt as if the past was about meet his present. Then the door, which had been locked, swung open. The thing had enter, the lantern being the only supply of light, made its shadow larger and more frightful. Then Jack caught the glimpse of its eyes, it eyes were hideous. It had not been the complexion of the eyes which frightened Jack, but the intentions behind the wretched eyes.
    It was approaching, its face was bleached and inadequate. His eyes and mouth formed a mask of pretense. It was a look that sent Jack panicking. It then made impulsive and temperamental movements. Then Jack saw the trail of red blood left behind It. Its bony and hairy hand grasped with a knife. Now Jack was scared, more scared than he had ever been, sweat was trickling down his forehead, his throat dry and his eyes wide with horror. Once. Twice. The third time it struck lucky and slaughtered the man once known as Jack Brown.
    With It’s  feet covered in Jack’s blood, It stood and contemplated what it had done and what it was about to do. It had killed so many and part of it wanted to go on killing, but another part wanted to stop, to fade into the sunset.
   He then left the room and entered the darkness. Outside an eerie looking tree looming directly in front and above it. The tree form was, a twisted, swaying silhouette, danced an entrancing minuet as the wind whipped through its branch-like arms. Arms that reached towards it, with hand and finger-like branches, bony and beckoning, as if beseeching its embrace. All it was thinking now was who would be next.