Witching Hour I: It's 3 AM
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Dernière publication mar., oct. 25, 2022
Everything(well most) was pure coincidence, they just never realized it until they were dumbfoundedly pointed out
At a girl's sleepover, at the popular girl Flora's house. They did some paranormal stuff, like the ouija board, and classics. It's not real. That is until Star got an uneasy feeling, waking up at the so-called 'Witching Hour'
{ The board lies in front of her. Her curiosity urged her to play, like an unknown force telling her. Play it. The clock behind her stops ticking, but she isn't focused on it. If only she turned around and looked }
{ It's 3 AM }
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