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The only haunted place story I have.

A group of us teenagers decided to go on a search for demons. On the 27th day of Ramadan. During this day, the myth goes that all demons are locked in hell. Off we go, in the middle of the night, weaponized with knives and holy books. We found an unmarked grave in the middle of nowhere. We ran all the way back home... it even sobered some of us who were high on weed. Looking back, was it haunted? Or was it a grave of someone murdered? An honor killing? Especially when at the way home, two adult men holding sickles chased and caught us, then questioned what we're doing there. At that moment, I knew ghosts aren't a real threat but, humans are.

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This sounds like an excellent story!! Unpack it!

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It’s universal! Idiot kids go searching for something which they know would be better to avoid! I wrote my (also true) version of that story this past Halloween: https://wildalton.substack.com/p/the-halloween-memories-i-didnt-share

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You think so! Knowing right now, I would just butcher it with the 2 cents worth writing skills I have.. I'll do it anyway.

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