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Previously... Its eyes are empty - low sun burning fiercely in the holes. I dare not look back as I run on towards the village.
At the end of the road I see a small white church - half hidden under a dark canopy of trees. A crowd gathers around the gate.
The path beyond is lined with scarecrows - carved pumpkin heads leering and claw hands swinging.
The crowd streams past - entranced by the ritual. Ahead is a door. Is the answer to be found within - or will I remain spellbound?
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NIKON D5000
1/640 second
F/2.8
ISO 100
12 mm