The trees swayed peacefully in time to the whistling of the wind.
Against the angry grey sky the black tree silhouettes became like
skeletons. Silently they stalked, in a determined trance towards me.
They struck a threatening pose. Lightening cracked, illuminating skeletons. Silently they stalked, in a determined trance towards me.
their evil figures. I blinked. Everything was still. I blinked again.
There were only trees before me, swaying in time to the whistling
of the wind. But I swore I saw one of the old grooved trees wink a
woody eye at me. I turned and sprinted away, out of reach from
their grasping branches.
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