Mysteriouse
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A long time ago, a few farmers settled their homes on a nice calm spot with a stunninf view, yet one day four Children one day sef a fire burning the farm down, The farmers where sad and yelled "Curse the ones who lit the fire!" Yet he didnt know a Witch whas nearby, The children got cursed; one of them Brcame a Werewolf, every night a Wolf and every day a human, another one of them became cursed if he would die, he would go to heaven nor hell, staying on earth as a Ghost, by that theyot mean and evil, but there are also good Ghost, men call them the Whisperers, Yet they can be seen when you believe in them, the third kid got cursed with Madness, he would hetray all the ones who trust him, the fourth kid didnt get cursed, he whas so sorry he started to work with the farmes, till he got ritch and made the farm a manor, yet further on, a few mins away a little town, the town and all whas happy until stange things appeared, who will survive and who doesnt? (Ghosts rule over every thing)
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