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The laughs turned to cries of mercy with the moon light's deceit. And the children ran out from the woods with stories of rape and escape and fast cars with loud engines exploding from their throat. This night was longed for, waited for, prayed for by the people of the town whose bright lights shined down on the empty sidewalks and deserted play grounds as there was a murder. The death of a child and the birth of a soulless creature without a purpose or true reason. On the wall of the abandoned record store that once sold vinyl that spoke of hope, it read "Save the Children, they're our last hope for salvation."