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'Every society and by that I mean, every one in it, has their own share of secrets and unfortunately, this one was ours. I had never imagined in my thirty-five years of existence that the idiotic, funny mischiefs we had done in our teenage by creating the group of The Dead Society would actually take us to the nearest possibilities of death someday. But here I was, holding that envelope in hand which had just invited me for our society's meet at nine, in the Wilsons' manor or how Millie called after the incident occurred 'the cursed house'.

But, why now, after seventeen years?

Why open the gates of the past again? Of the horror again?

Had they too, wanted to discover what actually happened that night?


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