"I hope you guys don't mind, but I told Veriana where we are." Veronica looked around, measuring the gang's reaction. "She didn't have anything planned and figured, why not."
"That sounds great," Betty said with a shrug. "She'll probably bring Reggie as well, the more the merrier I say."
"All right," Veronica said. "On to the story."
All around a small, little town,
The witches chase the mortals,
They'll carve you up and chew on your bones,
Pop! Goes the weasel.
The wolf is coming to snack on your flesh,
Why did you bring him here,
A monster inside the camp will feast,
Pop! Goes the weasel.
Your body is filled with maggots and flies,
They'll make you scratch your eyes out,
And when you awake, the devil will play,
Pop! Goes the weasel.
Hell is now your new fiery home,
For all ye depraved souls,
Satan won and now you'll all burn,
Pop! Goes the weasel.
"Bruh, what is wrong with y'all?" Reggie said walking up with Veriana on his arm.
Archie laughed, "Man chill. We're telling scary stories."
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