the ghost of deadly hall
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There once was a school named deadly hall. Many people believed that it was haunted because of its name. Out of these people, there was a group of girls.They were curious if the ghost was actually real. So every now and then they would go to the school to investigate.In the group there were three girls , their names were Amy, Emily, and Lilly.
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