Ghostie
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Outside, the sky was a dark, brooding gray, the impending storm threatening to unleash torrents. Jason grabbed his backpack from the locker, pausing when he spotted a tiny hole in the bottom corner. It was small, no bigger than a golf ball, and he wondered how he hadn’t noticed it before. The locker room often had patches of dampness from faulty plumbing, but today, an odd scent loomed—something musty and decayed.
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