You see a ghost!

A ghost! Floating eerily, with a deathly glare locked right onto you. You begin to turn and run, only to realize that your body isn't moving the way you want it. Slowly but surely, you are walking into this door. This ghost has your limbs are on auto-pilot, and you have no way to break the spell. Fortunately, your can still speak, though you have to struggle a bit to do so. So, you take a deep breath and shout...

Written by Christian

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