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Late one night, David heard a noise, coming from outside. It seemed
as if rocks were being thrown at his window. David got up, parted his
curtains, and peered down from his second-story window. He saw what
appeared to be a young girl, near his own age, who was looking back at
him. She was moving her mouth, as if she was screaming for help. David
was surprised, and opened his window. He heard no yelling; he heard
nothing at all. He looked back down at the dark area near the foot of
the woods where she had been standing. She was no longer there.

David woke up later that day believing it had been a dream. David was
woken up again by a noise coming from outside. He looked out his
window and saw the same young girl standing outside. She seemed more
pale than the day before. This time she was yelling at David's window
and making gestures for help. She looked panic-stricken. David opened
his window but once again he heard nothing. It seemed like any other
moonlit day, quiet and calm, except that the girl was standing
outside. David yelled back at her, asking her what he could do and who
she was. She seemed to understand his words, but when she herself
opened her mouth to speak, no words came out. David turned around to
get his jacket, but when he returned to his window, she was gone.
He woke up that morning filled with questions. David explained what he
saw with his parents during breakfast. They told David it was probably
a recurring dream.

This time David waited for the noise. He sat awake in bed, waiting.
After an hour, David drifted off into sleep. The noise. David woke and
hurried to the window. She was in the same spot as the night before.
Her face once again pale. David put on his jacket, ready to hurry
outside and help, until a deep, horrifying moan came from afar. It
rushed through the woods and as David watched the girl tremble, he saw
darkness envelop the woods. The girl looked behind her in the woods,
then calmly looked back at David. The darkness came out of the woods
and overcame the girl. It pulled her back just as fast as it had come.
The eerie feeling was gone. She was gone.

David went into his drawer and pulled out a pen and pad. He wrote down
two words. "It happened." He woke that morning, rushed to his desk,
and looked at the notepad. There were no words written on it. David
was confused. It had seemed so real.

Throughout the day David thought about that poor girl and the darkness
that had taken her away. He thought about it, but decided not to
discuss it with anyone.

The noise. David woke again, rushed to the window and saw her. He
quickly put on his jacket and ran downstairs and into the backyard.
The rumbling was growing more distant, he could see the girl's white
dress growing smaller and smaller as it went farther into the woods.
He set his jacket down and ran through the foot of the woods. She was
gone again. The darkness had taken her. Only silence fell upon the
woods.

The next morning David found his jacket laying outside on the dry
leaves. It had not been a dream.

David realized that he had to do something. He visited the police
station, asking if any girls had been missing. There had been none. He
went to the library after school and stayed there for the rest of the
afternoon researching local disappearances.

After having been engulfed in research, David looked around. The
library was empty. David wondered what time it was and how much time
had passed. He looked out the windows. The sky was increasingly
growing darker. He felt cold.

David left the library and went straight home. He woke up to the noise
at the window. He peered outside. The girl was standing there. It was
raining this time. He opened his window, but the girl was still mute
and all he heard was the sound of the rain. Then the forest once again
moaned, a deep horrifying sound. The darkness was coming again. David
stared at the girl, then at the darkening woods. The darkness erupted
from the woods and snatched the girl like a giant wave. She was pulled
backwards, and she was reaching out, yelling for help. David watched
her disappear into the woods. David was trembling; he couldn't sleep
the rest of the night.

During school David had fallen in and out of sleep, constantly being
bombarded by images of the little girl and the darkness that had
swallowed her. He found no remedy to cure his fright.

That night David slept with earplugs and left his radio on. However
David could not sleep. He imagined the little girl standing there,
outside his home at the foot of the woods, crying for help.
It had been the third day since David had slept with earplugs. He had
not heard the noise or seen the girl. He slept peacefully until a dull
rumble began to wake him. He sat up and took out his earplugs. His
room was shaking and the radio began to play static. A roar came from
outside. The radio stopped playing anything altogether. He looked
outside. Everything was black. He could see nothing. David put on his
jacket and went outside. He saw the girl's white dress slowly moving
through the woods. He decided to follow the girl. He had to run at a
swift pace to keep up. The closest he could get was a glance at the
girl's lock of hair. Then she disappeared.

David stopped and tried to make out the shadows that seemed to follow
the girl's trails. It seemed as if a man was following her. David
yelled out, but no one replied. He returned to his home and wondered
what the girl and the shadow had to do with anything. It didn't make
sense.

The following night David heard the forest rumble, but saw no
darkness. He went outside and followed the girl for about ten minutes.
He gave up on following her but once again saw the silhouette of a
man.

Back inside the safety of his room, David sat at his desk and
contemplated the events that had been happening. His final though was
that someone was after the girl, someone bad.

Every night from then on David carried a flashlight with him and every
night he followed the girl deeper into the woods.

Then there came a night when David decided not to quit following the
girl. He felt that she desperately needed help. He had trekked further
into the woods than he ever had before.

David finally reached a clearing in the woods. The girl was bent over
something that David could not see. He edged closer to the girl to
find out what she was doing. A crack. David had broken a twig that he
had stepped on. The girl turned, looking over her shoulder. David saw
that the girl was squatting over a man, a man covered in blood. David
looked back at the girl. Her eyes were bloody red. She had a knife in
her hand…

Description
Late one night, David heard a noise, coming from outside. It seemed
as if rocks were being thrown at his window. David got up, parted his
curtains, and peered down from his second-story window. He saw what
appeared to be a young girl, near his own age, who was looking back at
him. She was moving her mouth, as if she was screaming for help. David
was surprised, and opened his window. He heard no yelling; he heard
nothing at all. He looked back down at the dark area near the foot of
the woods where she had been standing. She was no longer there.

David woke up later that day believing it had been a dream. David was
woken up again by a noise coming from outside. He looked out his
window and saw the same young girl standing outside. She seemed more
pale than the day before. This time she was yelling at David's window
and making gestures for help. She looked panic-stricken. David opened
his window but once again he heard nothing. It seemed like any other
moonlit day, quiet and calm, except that the girl was standing
outside. David yelled back at her, asking her what he could do and who
she was. She seemed to understand his words, but when she herself
opened her mouth to speak, no words came out. David turned around to
get his jacket, but when he returned to his window, she was gone.
He woke up that morning filled with questions. David explained what he
saw with his parents during breakfast. They told David it was probably
a recurring dream.

This time David waited for the noise. He sat awake in bed, waiting.
After an hour, David drifted off into sleep. The noise. David woke and
hurried to the window. She was in the same spot as the night before.
Her face once again pale. David put on his jacket, ready to hurry
outside and help, until a deep, horrifying moan came from afar. It
rushed through the woods and as David watched the girl tremble, he saw
darkness envelop the woods. The girl looked behind her in the woods,
then calmly looked back at David. The darkness came out of the woods
and overcame the girl. It pulled her back just as fast as it had come.
The eerie feeling was gone. She was gone.

David went into his drawer and pulled out a pen and pad. He wrote down
two words. "It happened." He woke that morning, rushed to his desk,
and looked at the notepad. There were no words written on it. David
was confused. It had seemed so real.

Throughout the day David thought about that poor girl and the darkness
that had taken her away. He thought about it, but decided not to
discuss it with anyone.

The noise. David woke again, rushed to the window and saw her. He
quickly put on his jacket and ran downstairs and into the backyard.
The rumbling was growing more distant, he could see the girl's white
dress growing smaller and smaller as it went farther into the woods.
He set his jacket down and ran through the foot of the woods. She was
gone again. The darkness had taken her. Only silence fell upon the
woods.

The next morning David found his jacket laying outside on the dry
leaves. It had not been a dream.

David realized that he had to do something. He visited the police
station, asking if any girls had been missing. There had been none. He
went to the library after school and stayed there for the rest of the
afternoon researching local disappearances.

After having been engulfed in research, David looked around. The
library was empty. David wondered what time it was and how much time
had passed. He looked out the windows. The sky was increasingly
growing darker. He felt cold.

David left the library and went straight home. He woke up to the noise
at the window. He peered outside. The girl was standing there. It was
raining this time. He opened his window, but the girl was still mute
and all he heard was the sound of the rain. Then the forest once again
moaned, a deep horrifying sound. The darkness was coming again. David
stared at the girl, then at the darkening woods. The darkness erupted
from the woods and snatched the girl like a giant wave. She was pulled
backwards, and she was reaching out, yelling for help. David watched
her disappear into the woods. David was trembling; he couldn't sleep
the rest of the night.

During school David had fallen in and out of sleep, constantly being
bombarded by images of the little girl and the darkness that had
swallowed her. He found no remedy to cure his fright.

That night David slept with earplugs and left his radio on. However
David could not sleep. He imagined the little girl standing there,
outside his home at the foot of the woods, crying for help.
It had been the third day since David had slept with earplugs. He had
not heard the noise or seen the girl. He slept peacefully until a dull
rumble began to wake him. He sat up and took out his earplugs. His
room was shaking and the radio began to play static. A roar came from
outside. The radio stopped playing anything altogether. He looked
outside. Everything was black. He could see nothing. David put on his
jacket and went outside. He saw the girl's white dress slowly moving
through the woods. He decided to follow the girl. He had to run at a
swift pace to keep up. The closest he could get was a glance at the
girl's lock of hair. Then she disappeared.

David stopped and tried to make out the shadows that seemed to follow
the girl's trails. It seemed as if a man was following her. David
yelled out, but no one replied. He returned to his home and wondered
what the girl and the shadow had to do with anything. It didn't make
sense.

The following night David heard the forest rumble, but saw no
darkness. He went outside and followed the girl for about ten minutes.
He gave up on following her but once again saw the silhouette of a
man.

Back inside the safety of his room, David sat at his desk and
contemplated the events that had been happening. His final though was
that someone was after the girl, someone bad.

Every night from then on David carried a flashlight with him and every
night he followed the girl deeper into the woods.

Then there came a night when David decided not to quit following the
girl. He felt that she desperately needed help. He had trekked further
into the woods than he ever had before.

David finally reached a clearing in the woods. The girl was bent over
something that David could not see. He edged closer to the girl to
find out what she was doing. A crack. David had broken a twig that he
had stepped on. The girl turned, looking over her shoulder. David saw
that the girl was squatting over a man, a man covered in blood. David
looked back at the girl. Her eyes were bloody red. She had a knife in
her hand…