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It was growing quite dark. I could feel my heart race. I could barely see my hand right in front of my face. I should have turned back—should have turned right around. I was all by myself—not a soul to be found. And then came a noise, like the snap of a stick. I turned around fast. Boy, I turned around quick. “Who’s out there?” I asked, but no one answered back, just anothe
