"A soft clicking filled the void, then a long sigh. The sound that followed made us all stop. A soft hacking that grew steadily until it had reached a pitch that was almost deafening. We swung around. Our flashlights split the night air as we searched, panicked, for we knew what that sound meant. We knew, because they had warned us. We had been warned. And we had not listened.” - Matthew Winfield.
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