It was always the same-- an old lady that likes to rhyme and tries to kill me. She chases me down the street as I keep going. I don't know why she's chasing me, but I know she is angry/ She keeps shouting, "THIS IS FUN! RUN, RUN, RUN! I WILL CHASE YOU TO THE SUN!" as she maniacally laughs. The old lady begins to speed up. At first I'm not worried, but then I look back and she is closer than I thought. For an old lady, she's fast. Her bright orange tracksuit is almost a blur at her current pace. Her shouting and laughter start to become TOO close. I begin sprinting even harder and as fast as my legs can take me. I don't look back again because I know she's still coming. But suddenly, a hole pops up in the ground and I jump in. I fall for what seems like awhile before I hit the bottom. For a second I see black and then I'm running again.
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