<aside> <img src="/icons/add_lightgray.svg" alt="/icons/add_lightgray.svg" width="40px" /> The woman.

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<aside> <img src="/icons/add_lightgray.svg" alt="/icons/add_lightgray.svg" width="40px" /> "Where are you right now?" you ask. The planchette moves. B-E-H-I-N-D–Y-O-U.  That's when you feel something hot against the nape of your neck and the sound of ragged breath. Against your better judgement, you slowly turn around and find yourself nose to nose with the bloodied face of a dead woman, her skin rotting and peeling off in places. The last thing you see are a pair of dead, white eyes as Bloody Mariah lunges toward you so fast that you don't even have time to scream.

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<aside> <img src="/icons/arrow-right_lightgray.svg" alt="/icons/arrow-right_lightgray.svg" width="40px" /> The end.

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