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Chapter Twenty-Nine: Under the Influence
Harley Coming up out of the oppressive darkness of the basement into the warm, cheerful sunshine was disconcerting. It made what we had seen in the gloomy, musty room seem even more surreal. People just didn't do those things. They didn’t walk around wearing animal heads, they didn’t keep finger bones like trinkets, and they sure as hell didn’t barbeque little kids in the basement. It was just too bizarre and horrific to even be believable. We still had a few hours to kill before sunset, when we would start filming again, in all the places where the spirits had interacted with us. I was looking forward to it with mixed feelings of anticipation and apprehension. I loved the adrenaline rush, but that stuff in the basement… Jeremy and Eli were in the back of the van with Brendan, already
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