Ghost Meter
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Last published Fri, Jun 22, 2012
Hi. Im 17 and my name is Sammy Cross. I am A ghost. I was killed by a man while walking down the street. I have no where to go..except one place. I found out what I have to do to end this middle life and go to heaven. I have a ghost life meter and its running out fast, so I need to start moving!
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