The Mystery Person
I crept through the forest with my dog Jack. He was a Jack Russell. He loved going for walks in the dark pine cone village of trees on our farm. It was a very nice day but there was some wind. "Woof woof," barked Jack. I couldn't see or hear anything. But as the leaves rustled, I could see something moving. Then Jack started moving towards it so I followed him. I could hear breathing. I also saw some black clothes behind the shrub. I tried pulling the bush away but it wouldn't move...
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