I was outside walking around my lake. It was getting very cloudy, so I started to walk back
to my house. Then I heard a crunching noise following me. I turned around and nothing
was there except dog doo. Then when I started to walk back and something hit my back. I
slowly felt down my back. My shirt was cut and I was bleeding. I didn't look back. I began
to run as fast as I could. Suddenly something tripped me. I fell, smashing my nose into a
jagged rock halfway buried into the ground. Blood was dripping down my face and shirt. I
turned around and saw the little demon. It was a very large Ginger Bread Man holding a
sharp-jagged piece of glass tied to a stick. Then he attacked again. He slashed my throat. I
grabbed him and snapped one of his arms off. Then he sank his teeth into my chest,
ripping flesh off of me. Then I snapped his head off, and I fainted from loss of blood. And
that was a terrible story that happened to me.
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