You hear a raspy voice murmuring, repeating the same thing over and over. And then you see her, a slight figure with bedraggled black hair clad in a dirty shift. She stands on bare feet with her back to you and head bent, her arms furiously engaged in tearing or twisting something in her hands. Then she stops talking. Her head rises. Her arms drop to her sides, both dripping with blood. She turns her head enough to regard you with one crazed eye. And disappears.

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