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Jeff was awoken by a little girl calling out for mommy. He grabbed the hilt of his knife in his pocket and sat up in the tree, looking around for the source of the sound. He crouched on the branch he was sitting on as he saw a little girl with a doll in her arms running through the forest, limping on her left leg. She slowly down until she stopped, looking around in fear, the top of the doll's head hiding the bottom half of her face. She mumbled into the doll's hair for her mommy, Jeff merely watching with his head tilted curiously at the girl. She was very young, her overalls covered in blood that obviously wasn't hers. From her mother perha