First there's static and then slowly the com comes into focus on... fog? And shapes looming near by. There the sound of little feet running around and the rustle of cloth as it brushes against stone. Eventually a grinning Gaz came into view. She was playing in the creepy fog, in the graveyard. Apparently the uneasy feeling didn't bother her. She
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Why don't you come and play.
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How gruesome.
Can't. I have survival instincts, plus I'm going to the store.
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Tch. Like going to the store is any safer then playing in the fog.
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