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i think i was 8 or so and was sleeping over at my cousins ranch style house that was directly across the street from a graveyard.this neighborhood was basically in the middle of the desert in las vegas back then.i woke up in the middle of the night while sleeping in their living room to three witches in black clothing brewing a brew or something.they were in front of the fireplace, which had an authentic sickle hanging over it,kind of in a formation.i quickly rolled over with my back to them and laid there wide awake till the sun came up.now some say it must have been a dream but now twenty some odd years later i still have a fairly vivid memory of what happened that night.they didnt say anything,barely moved and no faces.though i don't say i know it was real,nor do i totally believe in ghosts,but that shit scared the shit out of me!
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