
On Halloween night, the dead whisper.
Doors knock when no one’s there.
Reflections move on their own.
Would you dare read what happens when the veil grows thin? 👻
— thanks Prithi Vohra for finding this one!
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On Halloween night, the dead whisper.
Doors knock when no one’s there.
Reflections move on their own.
Would you dare read what happens when the veil grows thin? 👻
— thanks Prithi Vohra for finding this one!