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Shadows that move..
back in 92 some friends of mine decided to go to an old cementary and bring an owigeboard..
needless to say we came on the scene and was shocked.. sorry.. my beliefs are that only angles and demons walk the earth.. that little ghost of Timmy isnt so.. its something worse.. or good depends..
they were going along.. and all 15 of us saw these shadows near the grave markers.. now it really gets werid..cuz they moved around us.. i grabed my friend, Monica. and proceded to jump a 3 1/5 foot fence.. every one got out..
next day we went to look the place over.. the board was mauled.. and it was a clear bright sky at the gate.. by the time we reached the headstone near the back corner.. it rained.. the closer we got the harder the rain.. when we got to the spot we noticed that the rain was outlining shapes around the area...
we walked back to the front gate when we got there the rain stopped.. funny thing was.. my damn car was dry.. we never went back.
on a side note for 4 years after that no matter where me and my two friends moved.. we saw the shadows..
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