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I was walking along a road somewhere that seemed like the midwest. The land was rather flat and there were no trees to speak of. I knew that I was on the way to a location that was land that I think I inherited or somehow owned but was not something that I had much familiarity with. Coming upon this land, there was a sort of shack or group of shacks that I knew was used for pulverizing meat to make sausage. Most of the workers were now gone though because there was a huge scandal because the guy that ran it got caught using humans in the sausage. For some reason, he was still working there and not incarcerated. I feared him and thought he was grotesque and the fact that I had to pass by the shack where he was working was unsettling. I walked briskly along the road on my way to the main house where I was expected, the road forking over shallow hills. The road and the forks were dirt, about 12 feet wide, and lined with football sized white rocks. I turned back to look at the shacks in the distance and realized that I was being persued. I quickened my pace but could not outrun them. Suddenly behind me appeared a large white animal the ressembled a Russian wolf hound, kind of straggley, yet ghost like. It clamped its jaws down on one of my hands and another beast clamped down on the other, and they escorted my to the main house. When I arrived, I was greeted by a woman and teen-age girl. The girl had been told that she couldn’t really walk so she didn’t go to far. She told me that her feet were deformed and that prevented her from really going anywhere and rather staying around the house. I looked at her feet and her second, fourth and fifth toes were gone. I knew they had been cut off by the butcher and she obviously had no recollection of this happening, but this had kept her captive at this house by her own ignorance. I told her that she actually could walk despite her missing toes. When she realized this she disappeared for a couple minutes. Next thing I know, she had been beheaded and her head was lying on the ground in a pool of blood.

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