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Well, the first thing I wanted to do was turn back, but Ol’ Hollow Oak Lane had grown far too pitch black. There was no other choice—only one thing to do— march up to that corn field and shove my way through. So I sighed and I walked past the sign and the post wondering what things inside would now scare me the most. And I pushed. And I shoved. And I carved out a trail
