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T here are bloody trails on the ground, leading towards an old shed.

The human’s body shakes with soft sobs as it tries to claw the pins out of the wooden planks. Skin breaks and nails rip out of their beds. Blood starts dripping down on the grass below, leaving a puddle behind, but the human doesn’t seem affected by it as it keeps clawing through the wood.

After a while of clawing and pulling, the boards start to crack into pieces causing the human to become more frantic, pulling hard on the wood and breaking them off until finally, the last board splinters, parts of it flying around and falling down.

Bloodstained fingerprints are left behind on the door handle as it slowly creaks open, and shadows start to grow darker and wider as if there is something or someone in there.

The human walks inside over the pins and splinters barefooted. Once it sets its last step inside, the door slams shut, and loud screaming rings through the air.