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Creeping through the undergrowth a shapeless black beast hunts and lurks waiting to strike, a young couple out walking disappear in the blink of an eye, gone.
Slaughtered sheep rot in a farmers’ field, it was the creature of the underworld feeding its bloodlust.
No one knows why screams echo through the forest startling the wildlife, this is a supernatural mystery ...
Thursday 6th October 2011 3:01 pm
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