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Kiss of DeathThe pink hedgehog, Amy Rose, was heading home. It was late; she'd spent the entire day out exploring the nearby forest. Amy had forgotten about her self-declared curfew, thus, she was briskly walking.Kiss of Death in Short Stories
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The forest's lighting at this time of day, or night I should say, was a tad eerie. The moon's light was shattered into splotches on the damp grass. Actually, to a few, instead of eerie it might've been beautiful.
Amy, however, found it unsettling. The way the moonlight hit the ghostly mist imitated silhouettes. Amy found herself subconsciously questioning if they were really silhouettes.
Don't be ridiculous, Amy! It's just the light. She flipped a soft quill over bare shoulder skeptically.
But Amy's pace quickened.
Amy's head turned. What... Had she heard a bush? Some stick snap? Wind? Her walk increased to a jog. The air pierced through her fur and clothing, chilling her to the bone. Had it been this cold before?
A shiver crawled up her s