Ghost screams
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Dernière publication mer., janv. 29, 2020
"Ghost Screams? What do they sound like?" He asked me. I didn't respond people like this are the reason I am here after all. "Can you please tell me?" He asked again. I still didn't answer. "You know they put me in here for seeing them, right?" He asked me. I could see my expression in his eyes it was one of shock. "But aren't we all mad?" I asked him.
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