Imagine a place where the shadows are the people's greatest fear.
Such individuals are scarce.
If I said those people among us weren't there, it would be a farce.
In this place, there was electricity, but in the dark, not even a spark.
On both children's and adults' hearts, fear has left its mark.
To their fright, they lost their rights and might in the night, To the evil's delight.
Those with wicked hearts thought they had found their treasure.
But the people had no share in that pleasure.
In the dark, lamps and sparks became the people's temporary hope and shelter.
However, venturing into the night posed a grave danger, risking death and evil hands they might encounter.
Meanwhile, evil hearts disposed of them as though they did not matter.
The people still do not know how these events came, but they hoped it would not be the same.
Here are our three victims, Jasmine, Judah, and Julian.
Grapple with tragedy that can shake you to your bones.
And we see how they shook and shone. However, they end up all alone.
This will be a tale of suspense and fright. It might not end in others' delight.
Don't let confusion bind you, stay still as stone, lest danger find you.
The serial killers are waiting and grinning.
With their loud breath mixing with yours in fear, your heart racing.
I wonder how it would be to be in this situation, which could make your will bend.
To lie there in terror as you are being held up at blade's end;
And to see how much of the situation you shall tend.
We should write about them and how their story will seem appealing.
But in the end, mustn't we start with the beginning?
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