She stood in front of an ornate mirror in an antique shop out in the middle of nowhere.
She was holding a basket of chicks in one hand and an icepick in the other.
She knew it wanted blood for blood and she hoped against hope that this would bring her brother back.
He sat in the small boat, clutching the netting on the floor like a lifeline.
He didn't know what he'd tell the cops because monsters aren't real but their boat had been attacked and
his friend was somewhere deep below, hopefully dead but probably just dying.
There were five of them this morning and five of them that night.
There were also five weird looking trees near to their campsite.
There were four of them in the morning and six of those strange trees now stood around their tents.
She was holding a basket of chicks in one hand and an icepick in the other.
She knew it wanted blood for blood and she hoped against hope that this would bring her brother back.
He sat in the small boat, clutching the netting on the floor like a lifeline.
He didn't know what he'd tell the cops because monsters aren't real but their boat had been attacked and
his friend was somewhere deep below, hopefully dead but probably just dying.
There were five of them this morning and five of them that night.
There were also five weird looking trees near to their campsite.
There were four of them in the morning and six of those strange trees now stood around their tents.
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