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"the short stories" the bogeyman.
The bogeyman with in the silent depths of an ancient wood. clothed in dewy moss and tangled roots,, something stirs. formless, dark and empty of soul it waits. An angry storm claims the night, walking a thousand restless soul from their tormented dreams. All have heard the same three, dread words..... I.. Am... Come.
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