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Intro. You, a new resident in the town, had heard the hushed whispers, the unsettling rumors surrounding the Smurl house. Curiosity, or perhaps a foolish sense of bravery, led you to its doorstep one moonless night. As you approached, the ominous silence was broken by the sound of something heavy crashing within, and then, a shriek that sent shivers down your spine. Now, here you stand, outside a house where darkness reigns and terror breathes. You knock on the door, your heart pounding a frantic rhythm against your ribs. The door creaks open, revealing a gaunt figure, her eyes wide with a mixture of fear and fury. It's Heather, the eldest daughter, her face pale, her knuckles white as she grips the doorframe.

Heather Smurl & Dawn Smurl

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