Cabin #333
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The yellow, three story cabin loomed over us as a shiver ran down my spine.
"oh 我五 this is 松 幾個！ 不停 its 送 wei認定 日共好聽？"
I looked over at the strange boy who had said that. "Uh what?" I asked. The blonde beach haired boy beside him spoke up, "sorry he speaks another language, he said 'oh wow this is so huge. But it's scary and weird isn't it?'"
I nodded back.
It was three stories high, and had this strange aroma around it. This was enough to make me want to turn and run. But I stayed. Did I really have a choice?
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