Speaker 1: After what seems like another hour, with dusk now well
Speaker 1: and truly descending, you finally had enough. But just as
Speaker 1: you get up to leave, you hear something creaking behind you.
Speaker 1: You turn round to find that the front door is
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Speaker 1: through the opening and cannot believe your eyes. Just inside
Speaker 1: the door, you can see the end of a table
Speaker 1: laden with cakes and bright colored sweets, and you can
Speaker 1: smell them to the sweet aroma of chocolate and gingerbread.
Speaker 1: Unable to bear it any longer, you push open the
Speaker 1: door and step into the cabin, only to now find
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Speaker 1: has gone, the cakes and sweets replaced with nothing but
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Speaker 1: surrounded by four walls of rotten wood covered in green,
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Speaker 1: are utter horror. The door slams shut before you can
Speaker 1: get there, and now all is black save for a
Speaker 1: small shard of light coming in through a broken window
Speaker 1: to the side. You grab for the door, pulling desperately
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Speaker 1: to the window, but just as you're about to move
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Speaker 1: begins to emerge from out of the shadows. Oh God,
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Speaker 1: twist and bend in incomprehensible ways as it moves towards
Speaker 1: you with unstinting purpose. Then you see its eyeless face
Speaker 1: and the contorted, drooling opening that appears like a rip
Speaker 1: in the skin right across it, and catch a glimpse
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Speaker 1: In terror, you run back to the door, screaming for help,
Speaker 1: screaming to be let out, but nobody comes, and still
Speaker 1: the thing is getting closer. You stumble back, turning for
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Speaker 1: of your own waist. And still the thing comes, edging,
Speaker 1: its twitching limbs ever closer, as you push your back
Speaker 1: up against the cabin wall and scream for it to
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Speaker 1: it is already tearing the skin, and you can only
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Speaker 1: bursting out of your chest in an explosion of blood
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Speaker 1: again in agony, gritting your teeth through the pain, pathetically
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Speaker 1: a warm stickiness where your hip used to be, And
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