Barbara Milanowski adjusted the motion setting on her
camera and snapped another shot of the trail. She wrapped the
strap around her wrist and wandered a few yards along the road—
if it could be called that anymore. Weeds grew up through the
middle and crowded in from the sides. A gust of wind caught a
handful of leaves and tossed them in front of her. The trees swayed
and creaked, sending chills down her spine.
It’s certainly creepy out here.
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