- Friend from the grave -
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Not your average ghost story.......
- Comedy / thriller
Nobody couldn't see me! It was like I was invisible. I walked so close to people without even touching them, and nobody could see me except one person. Alice my ex best friend. Oh yeh and someone murdered me at my party last night.../ WILD
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Drop dead Fred vibes aswell as happy death day vibes.
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