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It was supposed to be a quiet evening on the hilltop. Just a man, the breeze, and a storm rolling in over Crab Orchard. The kind of day where the air smells like rain and crabapples. But that evening brought something far worse. As he sat looking over the field, he saw what he thought was a buck—tall, alert, silhouetted against the tree line. But something was off. The color. The stance. The silence. And then… it stood up. This wasn’t a deer. It rose onto two legs, towering at eight feet tall. Its body long, limbs lanky, but worst of all, its head: a skull. Emaciated. With glowing eyes and a rack of antlers that didn’t belong to anything natural. And the smell? Decay. Worse than death. Worse than that time the funeral home lost power and the whole block—including the caramel apple stand next door—was bathed in the stench of the unthinkable. This thing, this demon deer, watched. It never crossed the hilltop. It stayed just out of reach, lurking at the edge of reason. And then, slowly, it backed away into t