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“October 7th, 1984: A snowy mistrustful night, a newborn Skully Doyle, who was fast asleep in his cot, his visionary confused himself
Lot's of people seek thrill in looking for ghost's and spirits in plenty of places. For me it was a cemetery on my best friends
The icy wind wafted through the window kept ajar by a collection of old books. Frost slowly building up on the thin, torn up pages. Once a
OPEN A COLD ONE WARNING! If you are easily offended by explicit depictions of Necrophilia, DO NOT read this story. What you are
There was a time in history when man and his creator lived in harmony. Father, as they called the deity, would descend from the silver
When someone dies, the things that keep them here become brittle. Some people's tethers snap immediately upon death, and for those
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