The woman's face was pale and waxy. Her milky, partially open eyes stared into the distance. There were drag marks in the grass; she'd been placed here and posed. Who did this to you and why have they left you like this?
A shadowy figure in the dark was dragging something heavy behind them. Lizzy pulled the covers over her head, then realised what was being dragged...
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