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The sound of faraway rain and muffled thunder rang in her ears. The sharp gusts of wind cut through her black fleece jacket, causing a chill to enter her bones. She silently looked behind her. No one was there. Sighing, she began to walk towards the opening to the forrest behind the house. She ignored the incoming rain drops that dripped into her eyes, creating a blurred vision of the upcoming pathway. She began to run. Pushing branches out of the way, avoiding tree roots, she ran, despite the burning sensation growing in her legs. It had been dark before; now the air turned black. She could see it in the distance and it strengthened her drive to reach it before the height of the storm. The building, notorious for its macabre demeanor, finally stood before her. Tears threatened to join with the raindrops as she discovered she was near. Giving her legs a final push, she sprinted up the hill, using the winding path to reach the door.
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