short-story
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Summer nights in Central Park evoke a surreal atmosphere, blending beauty and dread. The narrator experiences a haunting encounter with shadowy figures while wandering the moonlit paths, filled with a sense of foreboding. After a narrow escape, the memories linger, compelling a return to the unsettling allure of the park, despite the fear it instills.
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At 7:53 tonight, you die. Those words have been echoing through my head all day. The time now was 6:53pm, only an hour left, and my mind still can’t make sense of what’s happening. Throughout the entire day, all I saw was death, more specifically, all I saw were black robes, scythes, and hoodies with

