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When you hear the ghostly wind whistling your name; when the crunchy crisp of the autumn leaves pile onto the wet floor; when the ripples of water in the pond make the melody of soothing voices, then you know autumn is really near. It was night. The bats screeched in pain as hunters caught them. I heard something, it made me freak out as I did not know what it was. It was so strange my sweat built up to high blood pressure. Was that even normal for a child like me? My heart raced with terrifying fear. But as the leaves rustled, the view was great.