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It was now about 9:30 and all the kids had gone home. If you know anything about Lillian you'd know that there are not many streetlights on the roads. The 3 of us were walking back to my house. We were next to this field when we heard this sound of someone moaning. "Where the hell is that coming from?" Steve asked. We looked in the field and saw this guy walking in the distance, well; more like s…