Ghosts roam the woods hungry for souls, fog travels around the woods making sure know one gets in and know one gets out. The wind howls with anger a deafening midnight tune, shining like a diamond, the stars lead the innocent animals to their death. HOWL! The wolves warn the woods of the danger bellow. Barbed wire like twigs guarding the place. Finger like branches gathering the fog for the morning time...
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