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Amanda and Lindsey entered the deserted barnyard on a dark night with a full moon, lost and hoping to find something that'd help them.

"It feels like we are inside a horror film," Lindsey said clutching her own forearms shivering.

"There is not a single person or living thing here, how could you be scared?" Amanda looked around as she spoke.

"I know but it feels like we are being watched, like there could be nothing for miles but there is still... something," Lindsey spoke softly as if she never wanted anyone else to hear and she kicked the dead hay in front of her. "Does that make sense?" Lindsey looked in front of her and just a few feet away Amanda was standing squinting into the night. "Amanda..." Amanda just kept walking and at last after following behind her slowly and scared Lindsey say what it was Amanda was trying to make out. A man who seemed to have been a prisoner at some time, one who had which escaped in crazy haste, was wearing a straitjacket and had cuffs around his ankles. He seemed to have fallen and could not get back up. He also seemed to want it off. Amanda and Lindsey got closer not seeming to interrupt his current funk. Out of the corner of her eye Lindsey saw a pitchfork, slightly rusted and broken.

"Amanda," she pointed at the pitchfork and Amanda knew exactly what she was thinking. She stepped slowly towards it and grabbed it off the ground rustling a small patch of dead grass only slightly. She then got back on her trail and continued towards the man with small steps and Lindsey hanging onto her.