Matt, Brent and I were eight year old boys who ventured out last night into the park. I could feel we were being hunted. At the edge of the park was a chain link fence with drooping trees on the other side, I looked back to the city and when I turned my friends were gone. I decided to go home by myself, scared to know the night time park was filled with predators. I walked down the hill, slowly, and then behind the bushes saw my enemy. A fat pig man, wearing a suit, watching me. I yelled out knowing he would get me, and I woke up.
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