Pepsi Cola :The Abandoned House

Pepsi Cola :The Abandoned House

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"The Curse Of The Abandoned House".That Is Some Rumor that famous in our town.Some people Say That We Have to play pepsi cola in the house To Calling the ghost .Some Of Them Also say that We Will Be dead If Any Of We Don't Play along.We Don't Know If This is Real or No. ours Parents Keep saying That We Will Never playing In That Abandoned House Ever But Someone From Ours Saying That We Have to Ignore our Parents Advice And Go Check That House.At first,We Don't Want to go But He/She Keep Saying That if We Not Going We are loser.We Don't Wanna To be Calling Loser So We Agree With His Idea But Someone is in There.I Feel Her Soul.The More we Go,The More Strongest It will Be.Its like we playing A Game But Its on Real Life. -Stacy Alexender James-
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(Prequel to Clair de Lune) "We're born to believe the opposite of different is normal, and vice versa. Well, I'm the opposite of both." I lost my parents just before my fifteenth birthday. The circumstances were deemed accidental and it was swept under the rug. Truth is, someone covered up the whole situation and I was sent somewhere I knew no one would find me. I was swept under the rug too. Critter Ridge Orphanage is an old building placed in the pines somewhere in the state of New Jersey, run by a kindly woman and housing a family of others like me. Boys and girls all different in their own aspects. They didn't like me and I didn't like them, which was fine. Miss Huld, the owner, seemed to like me enough and that was all I needed. Things changed, though. They found a dead body on our property and everyone scrambled to lock the doors and bar the windows. The normal kids at school all started to edge away from us, from me in particular. They called us witches and devil worshippers. They were scared they might be next. I couldn't keep my nose out of where it didn't belong and then everyone was involved in the mystery. There's ghosts around every corner in this house, and if we don't figure out what's wrong here, we might just become the next ones.

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