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Graveyard Shift

“Heather… Come with us! We’ve been waiting for you…” they all whisper. They keep chanting this as they surround me.

They move closer and closer. I’m trapped, there’s no way out. I throw a punch at one of them, but my hand just disappears into the side of one’s head. I crouch down and cover my head. They grab my hands and hold them back. I con’t move at all! All I see are these hands coming towards my face. I close my eyes and I feel my face being ripped apart.

I am in absolute pain. They finally let go of me and I fall to the ground. I go to touch my face and there is nothing. It has happened. I am one of them. Now, all I feel is the urge to kill. And guess what. YOU ’RE NEXT !

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