The rain came pounding down as I sprinted through the dark forest. Clutching my side a stitch forced me to slow down. I could see the man clearly,his black clothes and his scar. I stopped as there was now where I could go, I was trapped and was going to die,he was only a few feet away and was getting closer. His scared hand clutched a silver knife still red and bloody from his most resent kill. I backed away slowly but it was no use,he raised the knife prepared for his 100th kill .....
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