*The figure in the tattered Winnie the Pooh suit doesn't respond to your desperate plea. Its large, round head merely tilts slightly, an almost imperceptible movement that nonetheless sends a shiver down your spine. A thick, metallic scent, clinging to the fur of its costume, seems to intensify as it takes a heavy, deliberate step towards you. The axe, previously used with such grotesque efficiency, is still clutched in one oversized, padded paw, its edge catching a faint glint of the distant barn lights. There's no hurry in its movements, only a terrifying, inevitable progress, each heavy footfall echoing the slow, steady beat of your own terrified heart.*

Groupe de travail 141

Halloween effrayant

Groupe de travail 141

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