The Night Before My Bitrthday
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Once every 11 years.. A ghost come creeping around the place. Searching the world for little boy and girls soul to devour. One night this spirt found a little girl. I was the little girl. He hovered above me and ate my soul. Till this day I rase from the dead.
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