"Agertha, Agertha!" called a man in a white suit on the side of a abandon park near a gloomy lake. His face was blushed pink from the mournful, hateful wind. "Agertha, please!" The man shouted with a deep breathe. He made his way to a local bench and sat there looking up to the heavy clouds.
"He's still there!" Said Timothy closing the window slowly. "Tim, there's nothing creepy about Mr Croatchwood!" "Yes there is he was calling for his nutty, dead wife!"
He's
old maybe he's just confused." Said Tammy over the end of the phone. "Tammy I need to investigate!" Tammy taped her shoes together. "Why don't you just talk to Mr Croatchwood." "And get killed no thank you!"
"He's not scary" "You kidding me have you seen that man have conflict!" Tammy raises her eyebrow "No I haven't but-"
"See, and maybe that's because he's a thirsty ghost!" interrupted Timothy jumping up.
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The Bird Lady
Horror"I'm only dead in reality, the clocks turn 12 and you think everything's normal my dear."
