Was I scared. A ghostly figure was sitting at my desk, causing me to hide, shaking, with a knife. But what use was a knife against a ghost? The fear was overwhelming. But why was I afraid of a ghost? Ghosts aren't real. I felt my fear lift. Ghosts aren't real. Certainly not. I started to glance over my shoulder, to my desk, but stopped myself. Ghosts aren't real. I glanced over my shoulder again, this time actually looking. 864Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡSkeRy3Dmjt
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