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Three spooked girls.

Three spooked girls.

When you want to hear about the paranormal, you get the spooked girls.

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will give you dreams terran jessica will make you ask great.

Along with the spooked girls.

Bring on the slaughter.

We are on that haunted ground.

The three spooked girl. The free spooked girls.

The fire's out, not burn downed out, cold, like it was never lit.

Your eyes snap open to pitch black.

No stars, no moon.

Just the sound of breathing that isn't yours.

Too many footsteps to be one animal. Too

quiet to be a bear. You sit up, heart in your throat. Something crunches outside the tent. Not twigs,

bones. A hand slaps the neon wall. Long fingers. Wrong fingers. Another hand joins and then another.

And then a face presses against the fabric. No light, but you feel a grin. They don't speak. They gargle. You reach for your flashlight.

It's not there. The zipper pulls down slowly, carefully. You scream. They laugh. Hey there, Spooksters. Welcome back to another episode

here on Three Spooked Girls. My name is Jessica. And as always, I'm joined by my favorite gal pal, Tara.

Hey, Spooksters. I know. Tara can't take me seriously when I just go from straight from a little spooky story into, hey there.

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