1964
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Ongoing, First published Aug 16
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Two teenage boys, Mike and Russell were best friends since middle school. They have come a long way with what happened to them in 1964. Being dead spirits, haunting their old high school to freak people out. Their deaths happen on the same day, different times of the day. What happened to them was unknown, and nobody knows who or why this mysterious figure had murdered the two of them on the same day. All over the news, everyone has been warned about these two sudden deaths. Little do people know, is that these two boys are still roaming the halls...
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What Happened That Night (Wattpad Books Edition)

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WATTPAD BOOKS EDITION Griffin Tomlin is dead. And Clara's sister killed him . . . Four months after the murder, the entire town of Shiloh is still in shock. For Clara Porterfield, the normal world has crumbled around her in a million chaotic pieces. Now Clara lives in a new reality, where her sister awaits trial for murder, her mother obsessively digs in a dead, frozen garden, and her father lives and breathes denial. At school, Clara is haunted by her classmates' morbid curiosity-and all of the unspoken questions they won't ask. But none of them knows what she knows . . . Now Clara's sister wants something from her-the one thing in all of this that Clara isn't ready to face: the truth about what really happened that night. Because this story didn't die with Griffin Tomlin. There's another story that needs to be told. And sometimes, the lies we're told are nowhere near as deadly as the lies we tell ourselves . . .