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Evil Roams

the bells toll at the midnight hour as ghosts, goblins, demons and more evil are summoned to power they wreak their fear upon the weak souls who have lost their way in life and with God, they must someway speak the one horror that roams the night is the soulless undead vampire upon the world, they are a blight the human blood is what they need in allowing them to survive without having blood, they don't bleed when the light of dawn comes around those rays are the bane which kills them forcing them to go underground once the sun goes down, stay inside the only way you can be safe and listen cause others have died the bells toll at the midnight hour

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