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April 21st, 2011, Point Pleasant
"Hey man, did that girl text you?" Asked Mark. "Not yet. But hopefully soon." Said Dan. They were driving late at night, going to some friends party. "Look, there's the creepy forest!" Make yelled. "We gotta drive through it. Are you going to be a crybaby again?" "Shut up, Mark," Demanded Dan. They got into the forest, and saw a big thing. Really big. "What the heck? Probably another stupid guy late at night." Said Mark. Dan turned the car into the ditch. The car hit a tree with a loud slam. "Out of the car!" Screamed Dan. "But it's there! It's at the door!" Whined Mark. The thing grabbed Marks neck, and snapped it. And, it flew at Dan, ready to kill.
Six years later, March 5th, 2017, Point Pleasant
Lance sat on the couch, waiting for people to come in for the party. He received a text from someone, but didn't mind to read it. The doorbell rang. "Hey, Mark!" Yelled Lance. Put the pizzas on the coffee table." Mark was now a pizza guy. He really didn't like the job, but a few dollars from it. "Bye, Lance." Said Mark.
April 21st, 2011, Point Pleasant
"Hey man, did that girl text you?" Asked Mark. "Not yet. But hopefully soon." Said Dan. They were driving late at night, going to some friends party. "Look, there's the creepy forest!" Make yelled. "We gotta drive through it. Are you going to be a crybaby again?" "Shut up, Mark," Demanded Dan. They got into the forest, and saw a big thing. Really big. "What the heck? Probably another stupid guy late at night." Said Mark. Dan turned the car into the ditch. The car hit a tree with a loud slam. "Out of the car!" Screamed Dan. "But it's there! It's at the door!" Whined Mark. The thing grabbed Marks neck, and snapped it. And, it flew at Dan, ready to kill.
Six years later, March 5th, 2017, Point Pleasant
Lance sat on the couch, waiting for people to come in for the party. He received a text from someone, but didn't mind to read it. The doorbell rang. "Hey, Mark!" Yelled Lance. Put the pizzas on the coffee table." Mark was now a pizza guy. He really didn't like the job, but a few dollars from it. "Bye, Lance." Said Mark.