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I walked through a graveyard one night. I "knew" there wasn't anything there, so why was I running full out before I reached the far side? Certain things just fuck with yer head. |
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It was funny actually. 7 people, none of whom wanted to be at the back of the group on the long, dark walk in. There are some freaky noises in those woods at night. All it took was "I feel like someone is following us" to create a near panic situation. |
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