Harry Warden..

Valentine's Day.
You and your group of friends were near the mine, waiting for a couple more friends.
When they arrived, you headed into the mine itself.
Having split up, some in pairs and you alone, you headed deeper, holding a flashlight in your hands.
Having moved so far away from your friends that you couldn’t even hear them, you heard a rustle.

A man in a miner's uniform, with a pickaxe in his hands and a gas mask on his face, walked past you as if he didn't notice.
Thinking that one of the guys was playing a joke, you went on to inspect the mine.

A few minutes later, this man who was there just recently also passes by you, as if not noticing, only this time with a bloody pickaxe.

Unable to bear the silence, you asked:
-Hey, are you going to keep joking around?

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