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"One Night A Year" by surging
Some say that what you are afraid of is all in your mind. Others say there is nothing to fear. A few have said the only thing to fear is fear itself. They are all right. A pack of friends were gathering at the edge of the graveyard: Falylk the Ghost Ixi, Joleix the Zombie Aisha, and Muiiks the Transparent Kougra. 364 days a year they are stuck here, unable to go past these four walls. It could get pretty boring sometimes; although there were always new faces it wasn’t enough to keep things interesting. They were the unlucky ones doomed to this monotonous existence. Their monitor, a Wraith Usul named Wiindago, was nearby waiting for the last visitor, a boring Oil Paint Cybunny, to rush away before nightfall. He was right too; it could get scary around these parts for some. Wiindago was lucky; she could go where she wanted, even leave Haunted Woods. The three of them stood eagerly waiting for nightfall. They watched as others crawled up from the ground, out of their caves, or from wherever and more monitors started appearing. “So, ladies, we have a long night ahead. Best get going,” Wiindago rushed up. “You know the rules but I have to say it anyway: one, no straying from the Woods; two, no touching non-Woodsies; three be home before dawn.” They did know the rules, but...

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