Once upon a time, there lived a boy with his mother and grandmother. While his mother was away for work, his grandmother used to tell him stories. Stories about a lot of different things, but on one stormy night before going to bed, something very tragic happened.
His grandmother died after giving him a warning. Though she didn't get to finish the story, which caused the boy to be too curious for his own good.
"d-d-donnn't ever......ever.... eat strawberries after sun....set, de........" she warned in her slow and old voice before she passed away in front of the poor boy who didn't even hear the end of her sentence.
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A few years later, on his 18 birthday, he remembered the stories that his grandmother used to tell his. He remembered her warning not to eat strawberries after sunset.
Disobeying his grandmother's words. He waited for the sun to set completely before before he ate a bowl of strawberries. He started to feel drowsy as his eyelids started to droop, so he headed into his bedroom and plopped onto his bed, slowly falling asleep.
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A few hours later, something was grabbing and wrapping around him from all directions. He groaned and squirmed uncomfortably in his sleep, trying to get comfortable again but couldn't move. He jolted awake as the unknown things grip tightened as it tangled around him even more.
The boy looked up into two crimson eyes glowing in the dark, a chill running down his body as he couldn't move a muscle even though he wanted to jump up and run as fast as he could like a frightened rabbit, instead he was strapped like a deer and headlights.
To Be Continued In The Next Part
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