She came to in the dark woods, already in chains. Her neck and wrists were immobilised in a cruwl medieval stock,
her ankle bore the weight of a huge steel chain. Terrified, she pulled on the chain to find it gave slightly- but then
pulled back. She ran to find the end, but it just seemed to keep reeling and running in through the thick undergrowth.
If she turned and tried to head out of the forest, the chain pulled her back. But if she ran towards the copse's black
beating heart, the chain ran in and in and never let her get further away... and she wondered if she was a ghost, if
she was already dead and doomed to repeat the terror of her final moments every All Hallow's Eve...
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