Stephanie wandered through the dense woods, her flashlight illuminating the path before her. She had heard tales of a mystical creature living in these parts and was determined to see it for herself. Suddenly, her light flickered and died, leaving her in complete darkness. Just as she was about to panic, a soft voice whispered in her ear, "I've been waiting for you." Stephanie froze, realizing the creature wasn't just a myth after all.
About the Creator
Braden
Just a dude with some random thoughts. Bonus points if you can guess which of my eyes is fake (50/50 chance!). My wife is an author and my inspiration.
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