It was a dark and placid night. Grasshoppers chirped in the backyard. The boy in the red sweatshirt exited from the back door in a hurry, frantically checking behind him to ensure he wasn't being watched. He continued onward.

Shadows chased along the tree-lined horizon. Thick and brown, coagulated sap leaked from several trees; viscous bubbles slowly began to rise from the bog at the center of the forest, giving way to the emergence of a figure ascending from its waters, covered in thick black goo. It let out a viscious roar that carried all the way across the forest.

The demons began to emerge. Thousands of malevolent creatures of the dark crawling out from every hole and every crevice of the forest, all headed towards a single direction.

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The boy in the red sweatshirt lit a match. Simultaneously, flames emerged in the forest behind the creatures, their wicked and morphed faces revealed under the smoldering light for all to see. As the fires grew, so did the bloodthirst of the creatures. They all broke into a sprint from the clearing of the forest towards the back yard.

The boy looked ahead in pure horror as they came for him. His soul was what they were after. To devour him. To take his young life for there's.

As the creatures all swarmed him in a wave, one by one they all transformed into smoke, all rushing into the open mouth of the boy.

The boy in the red sweatshirt coughed out a cloud of smoke as the cigarette left his lips.

"Everytime you smoke, there's a toxic mix of over 7000 chemicals coming for you. That's the real cost."