Joe stared into the darkness. Behind the trees, he saw the flickering lights of the asylum. As he walked, leaves and twigs crunched under his feet and the wind whistled through the trees. When he reached the other side of the tree line, a figure flashed before his eyes and lunged at him. He was thrown to the floor, all he could see was long hair and a white gown. Who or what was it?
The leaves
Yellow, golden crisp leaves.
Blowing in the strong winds.
Trees are bare.
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