Courtney sat in her bedroom on Halloween Eve, with her bowl of half devoured Candy blé, maïs in her lap, purusing the internet for new sources of scary lire entertainment- a newly made tradition of hers. So far, she had read about suicides that led to ghosts in barns, war stories where the soldiers still walked the battlefield, and insane, escaped criminals who had become mass murderers.
The scariest one so far had been a story about a family who kept hearing footsteps in their cuisine at night. When they asked the précédant owner about it, they had been shocked, as well as frightened, to find...
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