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For anybody that cares, I walked down to the creek on Thursday, and went about 100 yards or so in both direction from where I had seen the children. No footprints or anything. My friend Steve couldn't make it this weekend, so I walked over to the old cellar by myself. Nothing really over there either. I going to hold my conclusions until I get over to where that old school was supposed to sit. However I am leaning towards just being crazy..!
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"Tis now the very witching time of night, When churchyards yawn, and hell itself breathes out.
Nosferatu,
Does not this word sound like the call of the death bird at Midnight? You dare not say it since the pictures will fade into dark shadows, ghostly dreams will rise from your heart and feed on your own blood
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