The figure

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The forest was alive with sounds.
Jack was a little scared.
Jack: Mark...im scared. Can i hold your hand?
Mark: C'mon Jack your a grown man. No.
Jack: Please?!
Mark: No.
Jack: Please please please?
Mark: Fine.
Jack: Thank you.
Jack held Mark's hand tightly as they walked through the woods. Mark squeezed Jack's hand, hoping to never let it go.
Three hours later
They were very tired. And it was very late.
Jack: Are we there yet?
Mark: I don't know jack.
Jack: I hope we get out of here...
Mark: Me too jack.
They walked further and saw light.
Jack: Is that a campsite?
Mark: I don't know. I'll check it out.
Mark hopped over a bush and looked around the site. I was a campsite, and the fire was dying down.
Jack walked over to the fire and tried to bring it back up with the sticks he had collected.
Mark: Hey Jack! Come look at this!
Jack: What?! What is it?!
Mark: I don't know but it's f****** creepy!!!!
Jack ran over to where mark was, and he looked at what mark was pointing at. It was a dark figure behind a tree, with two whitish- red eyes glowing, staring straight at Mark.
Jack's blue eyes grew wide with fear. He knew the figure in the trees.
Jack: Mark...we have to go. NOW.
Mark: Why? What's wrong?
Jack: I'll explain later! Let's go now!!
Mark walked away from the spot with jack, jack looked back at the figure. They looked at each other.
Jack glared. The figure grinned.
Jack: Stay away fom us anti.

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