Most people when they cross this area try to talk themselves out of such thoughts as their heart beats faster, their throats turn dry and the chills quickly race up an down their spines. The hair on the bodies start to slowly stand on end. The cold sweat drips from their brow.

We are all brave when we can't see what is stalking us from behind. Remember when the hair on the back of of your neck starts to rise...don't look back! DON'T LOOK BACK! Never look...back!

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