Casey's Weird & Unfathomable Dilemma

Casey's Weird & Unfathomable Dilemma

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My name is Casey. I'm a man by the way. Anyway, I died a few months ago. Well...kind of. And now I see weird things. I'm a cop and I see ghosts. Not the greatest thing to tell anybody. It helps with my job I guess, but it's too darn weird. I think it has to do with the near death experience. But seeing ghosts isn't the weirdest thing apparently. I met an old pal (more like an archenemy & I hate his guts), and he got me into more deep...stuff. No, seeing ghosts isn't weird. It's what else is out there. I definitely got myself into trouble this time. Maybe this time I'll really die.
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