It was a cold Autumn night. I was taking out the trash for my dad. I saw a shadowy figure at the end of my street. I had long legs, so I figured I could outrun this figure. I put the trash can on the curb and started speed walking back to my garage. Suddenly, this figure teleported behind me. It spoke in an ominous voice, “I am the Mystic Maniac. You are one of my victims. It teleported again. This time, I felt a giant pain in my chest, and I passed out.
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