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"A free trip?" I spoke to myself.
I looked down at the small invitation in my hand. This was definitely new. I was used to having dollar bills slipped into my pants while I was working the stage, but something new was always fun. I looked down at the invitation, rubbing my fingers along the thin paper of the invitation. Who was I to say no to a free getaway? Nothing could go wrong. . . right?
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What lies beyond the dead.
HorrorWhat happens when 3 teenagers from 3 very different backgrounds come in contact with one very.. uquie killer?
