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A pitch-black night, the rustling tone of the leaves and screeching blare of birds on the inside of the woods, a campfire lighting and its smog twirling to the air of New Zealand. "The head bruised, that boy gazed at the face abruptly it got close to him with a dismay smirk swiftly, it swallowed his head!" Richard uttered. "Ahh, but this is not scary like that last story," Martin mumbled. Richard replied, "Oh but in that story, the aura grips the neck but in this story, this ghost swallowed the head!" Dyanna muttered, "Why you boys can't shut and sleep?" Martin gossiped, "Okay but Richard this girl is in a panic!" Richard mumbled, "Yep, we're all gonna see a ghost without a head in our tent!" Dyanna freaked, "How many spots are there to enjoy but you guys take me to this picnic in this woods and I can't even see one house here!"

All are relaxing in the same tent, the entire place seems soundless.
Dyanna panting hefty abruptly, she goes gasp her iris enlarged and she wakes up. A raven shrieking tone rising from outside of the tent. she clasped a deep breath and...