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    Now, where would be a good hiding spot? Maybe one of the trees would do, as long as I don''t climb too high or don''t stay too close to the ground; it should be fine.''


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    climb was excruciating


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    Contrary to my expectations, I couldn''t sleep, be it fear, adrenaline, or just my mind drifting while trying to make sense of the situation I was in… I’ve entered a vicious cycle of disrupted sleep-awake cycle. It was then …


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    -Kryyyyyyyyyyaaaaaaaaaa-


    ‘’argh-.’’


    ‘FffffffffffffffffUCK, the spirit is  a banshee! If it sees me I’ll be cursed for everything I did to the bodies!’


    ‘Damn it!’


    Trying to calm down and control my breathing, I couldn’t help myself and grabbed the bug bottle in fear. My eyes were fixed on the dark abyss below


    ‘ If the banshee is above 10 it can create undead from the corpses … black razor and however is down there will stand no chance. If it’s bellow level 10 the fight will be fierce but the razor can still pull it of.’


    Grotesques sounds kept coming from bellow, it was grueling and nerve racking and unfortunately for me this went on for a few hours.


    - Silence-


    ‘Is it finally over?’


    *tremble


    ‘Oh, no something is coming up!’


    As I focus my eyes on the tree trunk I manage to see a glimpse of what looked like a bunch of moving moss, but this was enough for to recognize it.


    ‘A troll.’


    I opened the bottle and pick up the bug, then took my aim and threw out of panic were the moth should be.


    And of course I missed.