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There's a creepy old mansion at the end of the street. You've always heard tales of horrible things inside, things even more horrible than those old hard candies grandma always has out on the counter. Do you dare go inside? If you don't, you will become the object of teasing and ridicule. If you do, you might just become dead. Ready to go in then? I thought so. A little peer-pressure and you collapse like a rickshaw who just pulled Momma Cass through a marathon.
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