They ran around like crazy up and around the old playground, climbing through the worn trees , howling like dogs. A shadow was seen in the corner of Rey’s vision, she looked and it had vanished. She rubbed her eyes as she went back to the group. They made a fire behind the old barn that Mr. Mutley had owned before tragically dying from a stroke. They were goofing off and telling scary stories about the old barn. After a while of fun Rey swore she saw the shadow again. Only this time it was closer to the barn and was real. Rey walked towards the barn where the shadow was. In place of the shadow was a bulky man carrying a scythe. The man swung once and the scythe flew straight at the ground. “Pick it up” he ordered in a raspy dry voice. Rey looked at the ground than the man than back to the ground again. Instead of picking up the scythe she ran towards the now empty campfire. The man had grabbed the scythe and chucked it towards Rey. The scythe hit Rey in the shoulder pinning her down to the ground. “Ahhhhh!” Rey yelled as the blood poured out everywhere. 320Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡSiUGhaIXcq
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Rey woke up drenched with sweat. “Oh god my shoulder.” She touched her shoulder where the scar from the scythe should have been. No scar had appeared. “Strange it’s like it was all a dream.” She realized she was in her sleep wear. “Oh it was a dream.”
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