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CHAPTER 98.

LARKIN

The woods was silent, as I walked deeper into it. I avoided the thorny shrubs, clasping my hands behind my back, and humming a tune to myself. So relaxed, was I, like I had nothing to do that morning. Like I didn't promise my mother to help her clean up the house.

The woods was dark, the only source of light, was the Sundays, which cut down through the leaves on their branches, above.

I soon got to my favorite spot, and began stripping, when I suddenly heard a sound. My ears perked up, and a frown crept up my face. I whirled around towards the direction where the sound had come from, however, I didn't move an inch.

I listened yet again, and heard it. It sounded low, than the former. Cracked, like someone in pain. With my heart thudding against my chest, I inched closer to the thicket.

I gulped down nervously, but strangely enough, I wasn't afraid.

"Any one there?" I called out, boldly. I soon got to a huge tree, and a glance made me gasp.

Crouched at the sid