Michael walked alone in the darkness of the night. With only a flashlight capital on his cellphone, Michael ventured to go home. Wrong himself. Why not hurry home. Even playing until midnight.
SREK ... SREK ...
Michael quickly turned his head. His legs trembled with fear. He was faint, he heard voices like scraping nails and wood.
"Wh-who are you?"
"Click Clack. Click Clack. "
Instantly, Michael's hair bristled. Click Clack? Isn't that a psychopath whose legs are paralyzed? An old woman who walked using her long nails. He likes to kidnap and eat the tongue of children. And reportedly, there should be no children who leave at 7 o'clock until 3 o'clock in the morning.
Michael glanced at the clock on his cellphone. The time shows 11 o'clock at night.
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