Clouds loomed overhead as the icy night wind picked up, causing me to shiver while I walked home with my friend, Jocelyn. I stole a glance at her, my heart momentarily paused, when I noticed her long black hair not flowing like mine.
Further inspection revealed not even the surrounding leaves rustled. Before I knew what was happening, a transparent hand stretched out from the darkness and snatched my leg, dragging me away while I shrieked. Jocelyn's slanted smile was the last thing I saw before darkness consumed me.
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