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Fancy your cheese hit! You're not going to be. Oh, yeah. Picture this, you're walking down a dark road at midnight, surrounded by the silhouettes of leafy trees rustling in the waning wind.

The road ahead is lit only by the full moon above.

Why are you walking this road at midnight on your own?

That's only for you to know.

Suddenly, out of what feels like nowhere,

you come to a trestle across a stretch of river.

The water is shallow, but in this light you couldn't possibly tell. The bridge

feels like your only way across. You check behind yourself for any trains, not even having

ever been aware the small town you're visiting had any rail.

You step across step by step over the metal tracks, a shiver on your spine as you reach the halfway point.

The wind changes and your hair stands on end. Then from behind, seemingly

impossibly, you hear the unmistakable bleating of a goat at any other time, any other location this would be endearing.

Right now, it's terrifying.

Too scared to turn around, you keep walking, hopeful that your imagination is playing a cruel trick on your senses.

The noise growing louder is paired with footsteps now behind you, or maybe they're your own footsteps,

you're hearing louder now as you pick up your pace, step by step, bleat by bleat, track by

track, you push forward across the bridge, knowing that turning around isn't an option anymore.

Why is it not an option?

It's the sound of a goat too.

It's not the most horrifying screech.

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