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Three spooked girls.

Three spooked girls. Three spooked girls.

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

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Hey, spooksters, and welcome back to another Sunday Scaries here on Three Spooked Girls.

My name is Tara, and as always, I'm here with my girlfriend, Jessica.

Hello.

And happy May, everybody.

Today kicks off our newest theme. We are going to be sharing stories involving the night shift. If you are new here, every Sunday night we share a spooky story we found on the internet to kick off your week. We highly recommend checking out our previous ones. Last month we did mimics. But for everybody else that's caught on up,

let's go ahead and dive on in. I work the night shift at a motel. Room 209 shouldn't be in the system.

I work a night shift at a roadside motel off a forgotten highway, 12 hours of flickering lights,

stale coffee, and guess who don't want to be remembered? It's quiet most nights,

too quiet. And for a while, I liked that, but a few weeks ago, something changed. At exactly

2 a.m., the front desk phone rang, room 209, which would be normal, if that room wasn't empty,

had been for days. I answered anyway. Static. Then a voice faintly whispered,

Can you see me? I hung up, checked the system, and no check-ins. Keys to 209 were still in the drawer.

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