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I was on my way to Harvard University with my girlfriend, Kate. We were driving in the '12 Mustang my dad bought before he was murdered. You see, I was a farm boy from Kansas *sigh* me and my dad would always set scarecrows in the field where he worked most of the year. My brother and I fought about who would set the scarecrow for Halloween that year (1997) about half a mile away from the farmhouse. I was chosen by dad to set it up. I carried the shitty little
I finally slipped the scarecrow, still screaming for my dad. I could hear him yelling for me. I looked back and saw it. A man hunched over, with talons in place of fingernails. He appeared to be a starving old man, who looked to be over 100 years old. He… sorry, IT charged me, as I looked into its black sockets for eyes. Dad showed with his sawed-off shotgun, "Pacemaker", but it was too fast for him. One of its talons pierced his chest, while Pacemaker's bullet pierced the old man's chest. Both fell to the ground, dead. Or so I thought.
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