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eram odata la geormane statiunea victoria cu niste fete si baieti am facut un foc si am chemat spiritele rele noi nu am crezut ca o sa apara.Noaptea toti am visat acelasi lucru ca fantomele ne urmaresc.Seara urmatoare neam strans iar tot in acel loc si simteam cum cineva ne sufla in ceafa atunci am mers la o biserica si am incercat sa scapam de spiritele rele insa nu am reusit. Urmatoarea seara totul era schimbat in locul in care ne intalneam cand am ajuns akolo focul era deza aprins iar pe langa foc pluteau cateva lumanari. la inceput nu ne-am speriat, crezand ca este o farsa! dar nu a fost deloc asa.. in secunda 2, lumanarile au incepunt sa vina spre noi! cand au ajuns la cativa metri distanta de noi am luato la fuga in sir indian iar cel din fata sa impiedicat si am cazut toti peste el, eu lovindu-ma la cap mi-am pierdut memoria pentru cateva minute,timp in care lumanarile s-au stins. atunci eu si prieteni mei ne-am dat seama ca spiritele rele ma urmareau pe mine si ca eu eram ...
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