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[dont_turn_around]

While I was walking up the stairs,
I met a man who wasn't there.
He wasn't there again today.
I wish, I wish he'd go away.
There is a presence in the forest.

You don't want to see him.


But he can see you.

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[lt_shea62truck]

Kenny hasn't been out back since last week. He figures it was just some freak weather, and besides, weirdness is par for the course here at Milliways, isn't it?

Standing on the back porch and smoking a cigar, Kenny gazes out at the woods.

And suddenly he has this odd compulsion to go closer. And suddenly he finds himself walking across the grass toward the tree line. And suddenly he's surrounded by trees.

He blinks, as if snapping out of a trance. He remembers standing on the porch, but not the walk into the forest.

Also, he has no idea how long he's been here, except that his cigar has burned out.

What the hell.

[dont_turn_around]

[lt_shea62truck]

Feels like someone...something...is watching him.

Heart beating a mile a minute, he turns around in a tight circle--


--a coughing fit grips him.


Then out of the corner of his eye, he catches a glimpse--

"Shit."

Whoever or whatever that is, Kenny doesn't want to stick around to find out.

He picks up the pace in the opposite direction, hoping that this is the way out of the woods.

[dont_turn_around]

[lt_shea62truck]

Cold. Why is it so cold.

Faster, faster, faster.

Do these woods never end?!

Coughing again.

He has to stop and catch his breath, leaning against a tree--

--which happens to have a symbol carved into the bark: a circle with an X through it.

DO NOT WANT.

He continues to run until he bursts through some shrubbery into the open.

"Jesus Christ," he wheezes, staring back in bewilderment and horror at the forest. "Screw this shit. I need a goddamn drink."

He hurries back toward the bar, and hopefully, to safety.