Spooky Dreams.

I ran and I ran. I kept running, then I woke up…

I ran through a never ending field. I was being chased and this field went on an on and on. There were millions of pumpkins in the field that were silent and not moving. I continued to run, never ending, on and on and on I ran.

There was not a soul in sight in this field which was very dark and unlit. There were no stars or light…

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