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Creepypasta Round Robin: Alcheme, WC, and TRR
[The room that you find yourself in is dimly lit, tastefully adorned with decor in metal and stained glass. An ornate and overly large grandfather clock stands in shadow at the far end of the wall--while it is difficult to tell precisely what time it is, the tick of each second is surprisingly, distressingly loud.]
[A long, low table covered with with a black crushed velvet tablecloth houses an array of drinks, some spooky treats, eight serving dishes, and eight sets of silverware.]
[On a desk along the far wall, you will find a piece of parchment and a quill pen. The parchment reads only the following:]
"Witches don't exist!" My gran's words echoed around my head as the horrific visage stared at me through my bedroom window.
[A long, low table covered with with a black crushed velvet tablecloth houses an array of drinks, some spooky treats, eight serving dishes, and eight sets of silverware.]
[On a desk along the far wall, you will find a piece of parchment and a quill pen. The parchment reads only the following:]
"Witches don't exist!" My gran's words echoed around my head as the horrific visage stared at me through my bedroom window.
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