“It was 11 o'clock at night on Friday, mid-spooky season.…” — Morbid at 8:13
“It was 11 o'clock at night on Friday, mid-spooky season. The fall air was nippy, and I was at a sleepover with two of my friends. Amy, whose house we were residing, lived in the middle of literally bumfuck nowhere. Like, actually, she lived on a hundred-acre private property that was only accessible by a windy gravel…”
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