Haunted In August III

There was the black darkness of evening with the prelude of nightfall passed. The fire was bright and set everyone aglow. In terror, she ran from the blaze to hide and escape. Trailed, the dead leaves spoke too loudly and betrayed her location. Can humans also speak when they are dead?

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Swept up, her small frame was thrown deep into the earth while the rest continued their business.

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She began to dig. Frantically. Desperately. Hopefully. Small fingernails scraping into the damp, moist, and cold ground.

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Too soon, a bright white light broke from above through the blackness and stripped her digging efforts to nothingness. "Whaaaat you doin', huh?" The white then shatters into millions of tiny pixels and her head was gone.

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