The Lake

Nervously, Emily climbed down the stairs,  missing the first two in case they screeched. At the bottom, she hummed a little tune to break the silence. Her chihuahua – cookie – jumped up at her, helping to be let out.

Thirty minutes later, she entered the old park just up the street. Bushes wrapped round her ankles, streetlights flickered, and swings sat silent and still. Suddenly, a twig snapped and Emily felt the erge that someone was watching her. Her heart started to beat faster and faster, while she trembled in fear. Thunder stuck, a dark shadowy figure appeared…

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