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so its nighttime, but still a little light, and im standing in the middle of a huge sandbox. but its not really sand, just dirt...the ground is hard with roots that make it not sandy in any way. so i guess its really not a sandbox at all. except for the fact that its a big square. actually, im sitting on the ground. and my mom is there. wearing a really pretty yellow formal dress that touches the ground. she looks all fancy. she has a party to go to and she warns me that if i dont go with her, she'll leave without me. but i really want to stay, and i ask her if she'll please stay and just play with me. but frustration becomes her and she runs off into the brambles. and suddenly theres a birds eye view of her miles away from where i am going into a very fancy party, having forgotten about me. and i sit there on the ground. you have to see that this whole picture is eerie because outlining the square of dirt that im in, which is rather big fyi, there are brown brambles that block out the light and it just doesn't look like you could fit through them. they're all tangley and evil looking. so i sit there on the ground and in a split second, it gets to really dark. it is now the dead of night. and we look. towards the far corner of my bramble box where an old truck is pulling in with its headlights being all beamy and spotlighty and yellow and all. and the enguine shuts off and out comes a man dressed in a dark brown trenchcoat and a hat. his face is black. its always black. instinctively i'm scared by this, so somehow i end up laying on my stomach under one of the bramble walls. i dont know how i got there, because technically it would have made way too much noise to get in there since they're so thick and he definitely wouold have heard me. but in my case, i guess this is possible. so i lay on the ground. and i am sooo afraid. its so quiet. and then you we hear these feet walking, tracing the outline of the box. and the mans dark feet walk by my head, about a foot away. and then, after him, comes a huge tarantula on a leash. this would be the climax. where the tarantula stops its creepy crawley walking and slowly turns to stare at me with these huge red eyes. and we lock eyes for about five seconds. and my heart stops beating. and then he slowly turns back and keeps walking. they finish tracing the box slowly, get back in the car, and drive away. i walk out of the brambles into the dark and look after them.