Ghostie
Can you survive until the end?
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Michael's eyes sparkled as he spoke, brushing a lock of hair behind his ear. When he looked at me, I felt seen, truly seen. I leaned in, captivated by his stories of travel and adventure. “You should really try this,” he said, sliding a cocktail toward me. The amber liquid inside looked alluring, promising a blend of mystery and intoxication. I took a sip, the vibrant flavors dancing on my tongue. A slight burn followed, but nothing too alarming. Nothing that would warn me of the nightmare that awaited.
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