paranormal
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Merryford was a nice town. It was very nice town with an excellent school district, a weekly farmers’ market, and nothing bad ever happened here. At least that was true until the birds. Joanie was jogging with Mitzi when she found the first cardinal. Scarlet and perfectly still, the bird laid on the walking path.
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Amethyst, rose, and amber colored crystals shimmered all around Maura. Candles, some tapers others squat flickered in the heavily incensed air. In awe Maura took in the shop’s wondrous treasures. At the cash register, she yelped. Behind the counter, a greasy teen boy in full clown makeup nodded his head toward a velvet curtain without
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Chamois in hand, the shopgirl dusted absentmindedly with her right hand while balancing a massive book with left. Instead of being behind the register she had stationed herself close to the fading sunlight of Tartini’s curved window front. The shop, geared to look like an exotic bazaar, was curated to ensnare hipsters and boho soccer
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Whatever happened to the Mary Celeste?Who encircled the globe in the 1870s Abandoned off the Portuguese coast bereftOf her captain, crew all lost to the sea Her hatches asunder, her quarters a messNovember 25th the ship log’s final entry Was she the victim of betrayal and theft?Some look for answers in piracy Other blame nature
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A lot of people have heard tell of the Goatman. Up around Pope Lick Crick, there were stories about a half man half goat who was a traumatized circus freak who took refuge under a trestle and jumped out at cars with an axe. The Poke Lick Monster mostly just encourages young fools to hang
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“I don’t think I can,” Juniper said, her voice wavering.“Well then it is a good I know you can. Now buck up, buttercup,” Rowena said. “Focus.”The witches locked fingers. The round walnut table where their hands linked trembled. Overhead the kitchen light swayed. Juniper squeezed her eyelids closed. A whiff of ozone snapped and writhed.“Breathe,
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I had to kill her. I never thought I could think such a thing. She was a piece of me as much as if she was my flesh. Hans married me for my face, another ornament for his pretty collection. Without a dowry and over 21, I was no bargain according to my eldest brother.
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