Ghostie
Can you survive until the end?
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The night in question began as any other. The moon, a sliver of silver in the sky, bore witness to the arrival of the guests. Young women from nearby towns, lured by tales of a grand party, arrived in droves. Their laughter and chatter filled the air, a stark contrast to the usual silence that pervaded the forest. They were intoxicated by the idea of an adventure, by the wine that flowed freely, and by the charm of their hosts who remained shadows, flitting through the crowd.
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