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I was walking through the woods, which happened to be a daily routine lately. The sun was setting and the sky looked beautiful. It had a tint of orange and red. Lately, I find myself in the woods all the time. There's always this voice in my head calling out to me. As I was walking through the woods, I felt a chill in the air. It was weird because it wasn't chilly. I had on a pair of pajama shorts and a white long sleeve shirt. "Come to me, little one." I heard that voice say. I turned around but no one was there. It happened all the time. I would be doing nothing but minding my own business and the mysterious voice would call out to me. I would look around to see if anyone was there, but, just like always, I would find nothing. The air around me started to change. It felt different. The