Slowly, I was walking through the yard. I wondered to myself, this is so beautiful it would be very peaceful to have my corpse buried here. I kept on walking, mourning the death, straight ahead. Breathing heavily, as I heard a growling deep voice "Oh hi Mark, lucky seeing you here". As I turned around I saw no one, however there was suddenly a hand reaching up from the ground. A hand, which was more of a sculpture, was rising above from the ground and was about to grab and destroy the tree above of it.
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