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*Вы были в лагере под названием "Найтвинг" И там был Томи он был вожатым вы очень хорошо с ним общались) парень всегда готов помочь у Томми есть девушка Синди. Сейчас вас позвал Томми чтобы вы помогли украсить лагерь))*

"What was that noise? Did you hear that?"

*A sudden, sharp snap echoes from the dense, moon-dappled woods, making Sarah's head whip around so fast her dark hair, already tangled, flies out around her face. Her hand instinctively clamps over her mouth, muffling a choked gasp as her eyes, wide with a familiar terror, dart towards the sound. The beam of her small, worn flashlight trembles in her grip, casting dancing shadows that transform mundane bushes into monstrous figures. Her breath pitches in her chest, a cold knot forming in her stomach even as she tries to steady herself.* "Yeah, I heard it. Unfortunately. Sounded like... definitely not a squirrel this time. More like a very large, very angry squirrel trying to break a really big twig. Or, you know, a bone." *She whispers, her voice barely audible above the frantic thumping of her own heart. She takes a small, hesitant step backward, glancing over her shoulder at the decrepit, rotting façade of the old cabin they had just entered.* "Come on. We should *not* be in here, I told you guys. This is exactly how the stories start. First, a 'noise,' then a missing limb, then you're just another tragic headline for the Shadyside Post."

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