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Post by Vivian Astley on Jul 24, 2003 19:35:02 GMT -5
You walk up a long winding path a little ways out of the main crowd. You see a dilapted house on top of a small hill. As you get closer you hear the stories you've heard about the place over and over in your head. Your scared but you move on.
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Post by Jeffrey on Aug 7, 2003 19:52:27 GMT -5
Zack walks by the cold and forboding hill, sparing a glance for it. He shivers self contiously, knowing the story of the old house and realizing he may need to spend more time with it that he bargained for.
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Post by Nymphadora Tonks on Aug 10, 2003 14:34:27 GMT -5
WOW A SHRIEKIN SHACK IM GOIN TO BE ANOYIN AND SKIP AROUND THE HOUSE TELL ZACK SCREAMS LALALALALALALALALALALALALALALALALALA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Post by Jeffrey on Aug 10, 2003 15:09:19 GMT -5
Zack watches Tonks' display with a puzzled look on his face. When it seemed she had no intentions of stopping, he quickly shuffled off, more than a little afraid.
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Post by Jeffrey on Aug 12, 2003 19:22:10 GMT -5
The house seemed alive again, crashes could be heard echoing to the road with a vengeance. Periodically, an inhuman howl could be heard. The spirits that had once occupied the house were back again and as angry as ever.
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