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The shadows of Louroo Hall are more than shadows.

And since those events of 1880, I've scarce spent a night without sensing their

inhuman shapes in the periphery.

Or right to vocalize the story I've determined to chronicle in this document, I'd beclast a hop goblin even amongst my few remaining friends.

Indeed, I've often doubted the shadows myself, and have prayed that what they whispered to me will not occur.

Yet I hear the music beckon. I know that they're real.

Not music that's beckoning is

Bekening is Barry Manilow's Copacabana.

And now you know the rest of the story.

I love that. I love that song. I wish that was what was playing. My first record was a Barry

Manilow record. First 45.

Really?

Mine was a ha take on me.

That was my first.

I got at a yard sale, like a boogie nights by Heat Wave.

And writers to the stars by Manilow, which is his sci-fi epic song.

Well I love Manilow.

Yeah, I'm a fanilow.

I'm gonna come out right at the top of the show and let you know that.

Yeah, I know it's kind of a guilty pleasure but he's got some good

tunes hey well what was that opening quote from that was from a story by WJ Clinton

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