It was evening on the final day of eighteen ninety-five. Snow had already begun to fall, preparing to lay down a fresh canvas for the sunrise colors of the...
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I have always rather enjoyed the thrill of that creepy feeling as it tingles up your spine. There is something about the anticipation of seeing the ghostly figure that you know will appear any moment… just around that corner… right……..NOW! (Ahhhhhh!)
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