Four minutes in and I knew I had made a colossal mistake. I wondered too far off the trail and found myself deeper into the woodlands, where the thick Cypress trees towered over me, blocking out the sun. Realizing this I made an attempt to turn back, but then the hairs of my body started to stand and I had an uneasy suspicion that someone — or rather something — was stalking me. From the brush lingered a large dog-like creature with a heavy coat of blackish grey hair, baring its sharp canines at me with contempt. But what horrified me the most, a sight I'll never forget until the day I die, was then this creature drew closer it hoisted itself up, and this beast, this large dog-like animal, was then standing on its hind legs, almost like a man.

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Four minutes in and I knew I had made a colossal mistake.

Three men surrounded me, feet pounding on the stained floor of the arena, their eyes wide and bloodshot with the adrenaline of war.

Two of the referees held their horns to their lips, preparing to blow the trumpet of victory.

I was the only one left, my other teammates had been slaughtered by these three men, whose hands were still dripping with their blood, their shining armor caked with red.

This was a game I was born to lose, the odds stacked against me from the beginning, and the only thing running through my mind is: oh god, why did I have to build that stupid time machine?

Four minutes in and I knew I had made a colossal mistake. The shattered glass of the window I'd broken crunched underfoot, and a hundred glowing eyes met mine from the shadows. Three big steps backward and my leg caught an overturned chair and sent me sprawling. I resolved to die as the first small set of teeth sunk into my leg. My screams echoed off the wall of the dark cafeteria; I'd come to the wrong schoolhouse.

Four minutes in and I knew I had made a colossal mistake. The humans were curious at first, peering at the novelty of the color of my eyes and texture of my skin. But their peers turned to prods, pokes, and pulls, and they were crowding me with ominous intrigue. The elders warned me of this and would surely exile me for revealing our existence. As I tried to slip through their grasping fleshy claws, a sea of fingers wrapped around my limbs and pulled me into the depths of their morbid exploration.

Four minutes in and I knew I had made a colossal mistake. He knew. It wasn't a harmless Halloween scene meant to terrify all the tuned in fans of gore. The chains that kept me immobile were as real as the blades my boyfriend Jake was stabbing into my lover, Petra, who we'd strapped to the kitchen table. Thousands of viewers watched live as her screams were silenced by the blood spurting from her mouth.

Four minutes in and I knew I had made a colossal mistake. It was forcing its way through, and there was no way I could stop it. It was at that point that I wished I could have turned back time, and never started the whole infernal affair. It was driving up through my entire body, destroying my insides and burning my throat, leaving in its wake a ravaged wilderness where my internal organs had once been. It happened every year, and I had only myself to blame as, once again, I had eaten far too much Halloween candy!

Four minutes in and I knew I had made a colossal mistake. I put the blanket over the mirror so it wouldn't come over to my side. I assumed I was safe in the dark bathroom until the mirror broke. The hand pushed through the curtain and tried to find its way out until I bit it and it pulled back. I couldn't let her return to her life, not until I got bored of it.

"Four minutes in and I knew I had made a colossal mistake." But in three minutes he will be dead if I don't get him to the hospital. " Thirteen and counting." that's what I over heard wheeling the gurney into the front door his lifeless body strew over the kitchen table from the fight he put up trying to protect his kittens. "Fucking kittens is what he called them!" The cops cigarette unsteady between his fingers speaking to his lieutenant. Two minutes away from the doors but i cant let him die he has to pay. But why does he deserve another minute? When they had suffered years. She kills the engine in just under four minutes she's had to make the hardest decision save a murderer or give the world one less murderer to spend another second worrying about.

Four minutes in, and I knew I had made a colossal mistake. What was I thinking, deciding to kill this child with such… crude tactics? Even knowing what he’d grow up to be, I hesitated, frozen with a glinting knife trembling at his neck, unable to complete the deed. The door to the room slammed open, a dozen rough hands grabbed me and wrenched the knife from my grip. Hitler would live because of me, I thought, as the blade sliced across my own throat.