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As midnight slowly approaches,
this house becomes infested with roaches. The crimson walls echo the screams, of those who were lost in their dreams. Awaiting for their prey is the goblin and ghoul. How I do pity the next fool! On this hollow ground, you can hear every sound, Chains clinking, lost souls sinking, screeching nails, and petrifying wails. They are waiting for you to arrive. This haunting you will not survive. With every move you will tremble. Your body, they will disassemble. So my friends, stay clear of Heleton Road, Do not go past that eerie abode!
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