"oh god..." Matt said as he turned to his only shelter for miles. A single outhouse stood between a mass of trees. He stared reluctantly at the half moon on the old creaky wooden door.
"Oh god no..." He begged to no one but the rain was relentless and raining harder and harder with each second. Still he didn't move until he heard a loud crack of thunder. Reluctantly he ran towards the outhouse expecting the worst. When he opened the door he saw...
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