He who shall not be named was named, now nothing will ever be the same. Can you feel October slowly dying? She felt a chill run down her neck, dank smell of straw like a scarecrow's breath. Can you feel October slowly dying?
The moon is full; the time is right to shed my evil demon's light on you. Navigate by pumpkin's light, this cornfield hides a shallow grave for you....
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