I realized, after walking on the empty, deserted road, that walking and crying was not a promising idea. The desolated path was shrouded by a dense canopy of towering trees, their branches interlacing like skeletal fingers reaching towards the heavens. The moon, hidden behind dark clouds, cast intermittent shadows that danced eerily along the uneven pavement. The chorus of chirping crickets filled the night air, their relentless symphony punctuated by the occasional croak of a frog from a nearby pond.With each step I took, the sound of my own footsteps echoed in the silence, amplifying the unease that had settled deep within me. The rhythmic thud of my shoes against the worn-out road seemed to synchronize with the rapid hammering of my heart against my chest, creating a disconcerting symphony of fear and anxiety."Wow, even my footsteps are sounding like I am in a conjuring movie," I muttered, a tremor in my voice. "Damn you, Annabelle."As I continued my solitary journey, the shadow
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