Séance Insomnia

Séance Insomnia

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[...] But we all knew that playing with ouija boards could be dangerous if you weren't careful. You never know what you might be inviting into your life. We didn't have to experience it first hand. We could sense it, whenever the seance begun and ended, we could tell. But months went by, and I suppose we saw it more as an entertainment. That's why we never expected what was to happen. I guess it was on us after all. Even if it wasn't for an evil cause, we still wanted to communicate with otherworldly entities, right? We wanted to build a bridge between worlds. But just as they say, beware of what you wish for, because you might just get it.
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