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“Let me guess,” the teenaged ghost almost spit, entering the room of the abandoned house from the door behind them, “you’re another ‘brave’ teenager trying to see if this house is haunted.”

He sauntered closer to them before stopping and crossing his arms. “Am I right?”

“You think I’m crazy?”

The mad boy’s dark eyes stare daggers into yours as he states straight into your own eyes. His breath is hot, he’s standing close enough that you can feel it against your neck. Though his words have a harsh, judgemental tone stuck to them, his lips curl up to a suggestive smirk.

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