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The sheriff at this time started beating Lewis’s chest as he kept saying, “Don’t die on me!” “Stay with me!” the sheriff added. As this was still going on, Lewis regained consciousness as he asked in a low tone, “Was that a ghost that I saw?” “Yes!” said the sheriff. “Is she gone?” Lewis asked. “No! She’s still here,” Jack cuts in. “Why are you acting so weird?” the sheriff asked Lewis. “I’m Phasmophobia,” Lewis replied. “What does that mean?” Jack asked. “Someone that is afraid of ghosts,” the sheriff replied. “Who loves seeing ghosts?” Jack asked rhetorically. “Of course we all are afraid of ghosts,” Jack added. “Not as someone with a symptom of phasmophobia,” the sheriff replied as he helped his deputy up to his feet. “Hello guys!” Moe cuts in. “Mary is still here!” Moe added. “Well sh